Poolside White

Gosh, how time flies! I meant to post this much earlier this Summer, but I don’t know, holiday life got in the way and I simply didn’t get around to it. I never really thought I needed dresses or any form of post-swim cover-up, shrugging at the thought of a sarong or other poolside accoutrements. I used to be more of a “swim, dry, get back in your Daisy Dukes” kinda girl. I could definitely do this here, after all the only witnesses to my fashion demise are close members of my family who either a) don’t care or b) know better than to cross me. I don’t though, nowadays I sing a different song. The chorus is all about sixties kaftans and white off-the-shoulder linen dresses. The dance that goes with it is a little bit of The Wicker Man and a little bit of Hair.
I am currently quite enjoying sashaying to the pool like a demented 60s socialite on qualuudes, cigarettes in one hand, iced tea in the other, flopping on a sun lounger cursing my plastic surgeon and the service in First Class. Mini finds it endlessly entertaining and often borrows my pool dresses to create her own little characters. Today she was an angel bride, twirling under the vine pergola in the garden singing songs of her people. 
I know what you are going to say: we clearly both have cabin fever. Well, you are not wrong. London is but a faraway memory and civilisation is slowly seeping out of me. Send help.
I am wearing: Chio di Stefania D Linen Cover-Up (via Lilylola Beachwear Boutique), Miu Miu Sunglasses, Barts Hat – shop my white dress edit below

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