On more than one occasion, I have committed flowercide. Okay, it’s been more than 12 occasions. I don’t know what it is, but gardening just doesn’t reside in my veins. And I always start out with the best of intentions. A few weeks ago, Mr. Dressed and I went out and selected some lovely flowering plants to speckle our garden and front patio. Pinks and purples and creams. It was a flowering paradise. For about 2 weeks. I’m sad to say that this week our porch looks like a horticulture crime scene.

It’s not that I don’t get the science behind it: sunlight and water. How hard can it be? Apparently hard. And around our entire suburb, the neighbors mock me with their perfect blooms. Their bright petals, blossoming every which way despite the sweltering heat, with seemingly zero effort. “I just let them be!” they merrily call out to me as I grumble past, sure they’re hiding trade secrets or celebrity gardeners in their toolshed.

And when we were taking these photos, I could only stare at our sad, withering pots and sigh. Ah well. I guess half the battle is accepting yourself and your limitations. I might just have to stick to vintage floral prints and floral suede…

Flowercide - The Dressed Aesthetic

Flowercide - The Dressed Aesthetic
Outfit styled using Dressed for iPhone

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I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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This beauty was a recent acquisition from local favorite Jess James + Co. It was one of those times when you see a dress on Instagram as you’re casually scrolling through and you coming to a screeching halt. Literally. Salivating. I wish I could say I calmly ventured into Jess’s store, the picture of cool indifference. It’s never good to have too many expectations – she may not fit after all. But, instead of projecting calm, chances are I screeched in looking like a girl possessed, panicked she would have sold before I could get my hands on her. Luckily, there she sat, ready and waiting for me. And as Jess predicted, she fit as though she was made for me.

So, blooms on my frock but not on my porch, I’m off to tackle another day. Trying to fit in a few extra days this week so I can enjoy a rare weekend away. It’s totally possible to bend time to your will, right?

Wait…what was I saying about knowing your limitations…?

 

xoxo

Outfit Details:
Dress: Jess James + Co Vintage  (similar modern or vintage here, here & here)
Necklace: Swarovski (similar)
Belt: Alannah Hill (similar)
Handbag: Ollie & Nic (similar)
Shoes: Miss L Fire

Lip Color: Besame Victory Red
Eyeliner: VaVaVoom

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