It's party time

In my fantasy, there would be a party this weekend where this would be absolutely appropriate.  I am sure somewhere in this world there is one. It is just not happening within driving range of me. I found this at the Goodwill in Sacramento last weekend and I ALMOST put it back because I thought, "where on earth will you wear this?" and since I feel guilty about the stockpiles of potential etsy listing material in my studio, I put it back on the rack. An older woman with a really thick accent, from, maybe Italy or Greece, put her hand on it and paused, took a deep breath, then with the most puzzled look said, "You are not getting this? It is Beautiful." (this really happened) Of course I had to get it then.  She seemed to know what she was talking about.  I trust old ladies. They have seen some things in their life. Accumulated wisdom.  And the way she touched it made me feel like it was magical or something (let me have my quirks). I slipped it on when I got home and nearly gasped.  I am not sure if you are feeling this dress, but even if you are not it just doesn't matter to me. I think this is maybe the most pretty dress I own. I styled it for fall.  I want to just wear it. drinking tea. going to the store. taking my son to school. It would be appropriate for a fantasy party, but you know what? It makes my whole life feel like a party when I wear it (which has been for daily 1 hour stints since Sunday.) Anytime I want I can just slip it on, and it's party time.

Dress: vintage thrifted
Shoes: Lucky Brand
Belt: gift from ex girlfriend (the one from the poop story)
hat: husband's from Banana Republic (and he took these pictures by the way! So much easier! Wish he could every day!)
Bracelet: birthday gift from my mother-in-law