I fell in love with the print.
It spoke to me from the rack of fusty-smelling garments.
It was in that nice, higgledy-piggledy junk – ahem – antique emporium on Lyme Regis prom.
Its a genuine 1960s shift dress.
A Lilian Quayle model.
It needs a little tlc, like most of the things I buy.
A stitch or two at the neck.
A small adjustment under the arms, to avoid the dreaded gape and consequent unwelcome bra-showing-ness.
But the fabric is soft from its many turns in the wash.
And it flatters.
I think it will be just perfect to wander about in, be-sandalled, when the summer finally gets going.