So I realise that looking like a French maid in a ginger bread house isn’t everyone’s idea of a good time, but it sure is mine so here you go. When I saw this apron in Tallinn last year I knew for certain that I wouldn’t be doing any baking in it. The mixture of gothic and folk styles exhibited in this do something to my synapses on a fairly primitive level and I knew it would be something I would wear out and about over cute dresses. I actually took it for it’s first outing last October when I went to a pumpkin patch, because I’m the sort of idiot who dresses for every single cliché she can and it seemed like the right thing to do. I had pigtails too. I know, killing it.
This time I took the apron of dreams on a more grown up spin and paired it with my Courtney Love x Nasty Gal dress and my favourite Terry De Haviland shoes from about ten years ago.
FYI, the apron of dreams makes me irritatingly sassy. Right, I best be off to polish that cauldron, the children will be arriving soon.