The colour of this skirt makes me think dreamily about dipping hot buttered soldiers into a perfectly runny soft boiled egg. Or of eating ice cream on the steps of a church in Sienna while the sun melts into the warm stone. Or of driving past fields and fields of sunflowers under a perfect cerulean blue sky.A skirt? From Dorothy Perkins? That makes me feel poetic? How curious!
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