OK, it’s been a while I know.
What can I say, I completely underestimated the amount of work involved to run not one, but two blogs.
(Lesson learnt there folks!)
Anyhow, I hope you’ll forgive my absence for the last few weeks and that this post will make it all up to you, a little.
Because today, I want to celebrate and champion the little black dress, otherwise known as the LBD.
(You know something is good when it’s known by just capitals, right?!)
I love this black, sixties-inspired Fever London dress. It’s been in my possession for about nine months now and I’ve worn it several times.
It’s classic, it’s easy to wear and best of all, somehow, it makes me feel French, perhaps a little Parisian even!
Seriously if I close my eyes, I can see myself dancing by the River Seine or waltzing down the Champs Elysees.
It’s very chic, very timeless and very effortless to wear. And it has a lovely little bow at the back to add just the right amount of prettiness.
Which really, is what a little black dress is all about.
Sadly, I couldn’t get to Paris on this occasion, but that wasn’t going to stop me wearing it, dancing in it and posing up a storm.
No, no, no!
If I couldn’t get to Paris, Paris could come to me (kinda) in the shape of lovely Barnsley, my home town.
After all, you only need a little imagination and a little inspiration to take you places.
(That and a super, duper little black dress.)