The dress I’m looking for has no rules. Doesn’t respond to any code. And this time I don’t have it clear in my mind. I can imagine the fabric. As light as a petal of rose. Maybe glittering at some point. Probably embroidered. Sometimes I imagine it short to wear with sandals laced at the ankle or with cuffs. Other times very long to cover wedges and high plateau.
As a fairy could be mint green or peach.
Perhaps the dress I was looking for has arrived by chance, in my mail from missguided. Today. I’m trying to imagine me dressed like that. Who knows, maybe it’s it!
Il vestito che sto cercando non ha regole. Non risponde a canoni. E questa volta non ce l’ho chiaro in mente. Ne immagino la consistenza. Leggero come un petalo. Magari luccicante in qualche punto. Forse ricamato. A volte lo immagino…
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