It's a nice day for a lace dress for a weeding

This is what I wore yesterday to a weeding. I've been to a lot, I mean a lot, of weedings, specially in the last two years. This one was the first I didn't want my mom to make me a new dress. Well first, I own a lot of dressy dresses and last I didn't feel the need to - and my mom was busy making the bride's dress so. People usually look at these occasions to dress up a bit more - as they should, because good looking guests make a good looking weeding - but I dress up when I feel like, even if it's just for coffee with friends.

Since I'm fifteen I've been building an wardrobe and now I can dress how I feel like (sort of a costume a character needs for a play), I have a lot of pieces that 'belong' to a certain decade and I can build a image. My outfit : the dress is from a weeding from 2012, the tule skirt is from another dress - for a weeding also - from 2013, the purse from 2010,the shoes might be from 2009, like the pilbox hat, and the gloves are from 2008. Well as you can see, this look was not planned for 2014.

weeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The beauty of liking certain styles is that you can build your wardrobe as you build yourself, with time and spontaneous buys and you kinda get attached to your stuff. I'm not a material girl [madonna's song is now playing in your head] but I get attached to my stuff, not only because they look good, or because it reminds me of some painting/photography, but because of the stories they have or I want them to tell; like I said earlier, I like to make up stories from my looks. Yesterday, somehow my heel got stuck in the seam of the dress and it ripped a little bit - my imediate response : well, my mom can make another or fix it, with a dorky smile - I love this dress, but I don't get too attached; is this making sense?