When I see young ladies wearing very little, it occurs to me that I wouldn't reveal myself like that for all the tea in China.
I used to look at slightly older ladies (this was when I was a teenager, so I obviously meant women in their thirties) and feel bad for them that they were so self conscious that they had to cover up their bodies.
Now I realise that covering up is infinitely more elegant. And more mysterious. A girl with all her goods on show isn't hiding anything. Unless she's actually a wall flower.
(Images via Jigsaw)
At the grand old age of 32 I only want to dress like a grown up (ok, maybe that isn't 100% true, but getting there). And with beautiful, subtle, elegant dresses like these, why wouldn't I?
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