This was a terribly mannered and contrived style even in the seventies, the period from which this dress is unwholesomely resurrected. The dull floral print was intended to recall cosy winter afternoons making scones, or coyly drifting about meadows in summer (before the vicar's son knocked you up). All it did for me was cast a pall of Sunday-afternoon pissing-down ennui from which the Lord's Day has never quite recovered. This is how people in 1973 imagined the Brontes, who invented the word 'drear' for precisely this sort of garment.
The price of this gossamer symphony in brown? A hard-nosed £140. I'm looking at you, Asos.
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