Let’s talk about this silk shirt dress.
Actually, there isn’t any particularly good story behind it. I wanted a neutral coloured one in cotton but after searching for months I came across this inexpensive silk one on Uniqlo, said what the heck, and bought it.
I really like shirt dresses because they remind me of Farah Fawcett in the 70s and vintage safari posters. When I wear one I feel done up because of the collar, but still feminine because it’s a dress. There’s something utilitarian about a shirt dress, and they make great work wear.
Good lord…I think I can see my undies through the skirt…! Children, avert your eyes. Note to self: keep future photo shoots G rated. Or as Dr Kelso would say, ‘this better be kosher’.
For me, a belt is a must with any dress, unless it’s tailored and fits your shape well. Sheath dresses, boxy cuts, and androgynous styles do my figure no favours
I don’t have the body of a clothes hanger, my legs only go up to here (watch Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason if you want to know where I’m pointing to), and I’ve lost much of my waist since stopping all forms of physical activity (teaching pole dance classes 3 times a week – bet you never saw that one coming!), so defining my waist makes an outfit on me.
Shirt dresses look excellent (if a little Mad Men) paired with cardigans of all sorts of lengths, under long coats, with a fitted jumper, worn with horn rimmed glasses and a scarf tied around your head like Grace Kelly.
I’m not much of an ironer; the husband does all of that, and I’m perfectly happy donning this one creased, crumbled and a little bit dishevelled.