I'm not sure you got it from all the tweets, photographs, and facebook updates, but I spent a little time in Paris this week. That's right, Paris. I was there for three days. This week. Paris, France. In case you hadn't noticed.
The trip was many shades of wonderful, but it was also incredibly hot. Paris doesn't get warm, it gets insufferably boiling. Every time we wandered hand in hand (urgh) past a fountain I just wanted to strip off and dive right in. My frazzled mind kept creeping back to this playsuit. Oh, how I wanted it to fit. Oh, how I tried and tried to pull it over my hips. But alas, I might be small, but I'm not that small.
Continuing my slight theme this week of 'just because something's really old doesn't mean you shouldn't wear it', the playsuit dates from the 1930's and yet is in a blindingly wearable condition.
Age (very roughly) 7-8 years, the playsuit is an utter bargain at £20. Please check the measurements in the listing however, as the sizing is very definitely approximate.
I hope you like posts about Paris, as there might be a few coming your way (did I mention I went to Paris?)