Yeah, yeah, yeah. Objectively, she looks totally fine. The dress is great. Yadda.
And yet it leaves me cold. And I don't know why. The color is fine. The fit is fine. I am not a huge fan of the graduated hem, but whatever. I think part of the problem, for me, is that the shoes match so perfectly that it gets is a bit bridesmaid-y for me, although obviously this outfit would be for a wedding in which the bride really was trying to bankrupt her attendants, as I'm sure both dress and shoes cost more than my car. I don't know. I really can't put my finger on it. Something about this look prompted in me the kind of reaction you get when you sit down to a dinner that you've slaved over and you realize that the 2 hours you just spent in the kitchen have someone made you utterly disinterested in eating the meal you prepared: I realize it's been artfully created, I appreciate it on a technical level, I hope and expect others to love it, and I just kind of don't want anything to do with it and would rather have an ice cream cone.
And yet it leaves me cold. And I don't know why. The color is fine. The fit is fine. I am not a huge fan of the graduated hem, but whatever. I think part of the problem, for me, is that the shoes match so perfectly that it gets is a bit bridesmaid-y for me, although obviously this outfit would be for a wedding in which the bride really was trying to bankrupt her attendants, as I'm sure both dress and shoes cost more than my car. I don't know. I really can't put my finger on it. Something about this look prompted in me the kind of reaction you get when you sit down to a dinner that you've slaved over and you realize that the 2 hours you just spent in the kitchen have someone made you utterly disinterested in eating the meal you prepared: I realize it's been artfully created, I appreciate it on a technical level, I hope and expect others to love it, and I just kind of don't want anything to do with it and would rather have an ice cream cone.
