It's hot. Damn hot. I'd given up all hope of ever saying that in London over the last seven or so years where every summer has been a wash out. But after a disappointing spring London is finally in the throes of a pretty decent summer! If you are of an English constitution you might even be calling this a "heat wave" (stifles snide sniggering...).
There has been three weeks of wonderful long hot days. Mr V and I have been taking strolls in our favourite park at dusk to admire the wildflowers and the grass that has now grown waist high. I've been taking every opportunity to pull out the unworn summer dresses and heat like this calls for spaghetti straps. I think the last time I wore spaghetti straps in this country was two years ago!
This dress has been one of those "do I keep it or do I get rid of it?" dresses for a while. I've had it for years but it almost never sees the light of day because of the weather here. I was glad to rediscover it on this occasion. The feather light jersey in a subtle silvery grey was perfect for a hot humid evening. The skirt is actually a puffball design, that tricky type of skirt that goes in and out of fashion and which I first remember coming into fashion as a young teenybopper in the eighties starting to go to discos. I remember coveting one but never getting to own one, and they went out of fashion as these things do and I stopped pining for one.
Then they kind of came back a few years ago and I found a more grown up version to satisfy my inner disappointed teenager. A puffball skirt incorporated into another teenage staple from the eighties I remember well - the dropped waist dress. As the jersey is so soft it lends more of a Grecian drape to the dress and a pretty, silver grey lace band around the dropped waistline adds a dressier accent to the casual feel of the jersey fabric.
Mr V has embraced brights this summer. He has been regularly sporting bright neon shorts he brought back with him from Spain. Makes him rather easy to spot amid the grass.
We love our walks here because the sky at sunset is rather beautiful and you get a rather Turner-esque view of the City skyline from the top of the hill.
We're also loving the range of colours of the grasses at sunrise, all the way from pale pink through to silver grey.
And someone came up with the genius idea of planting a field of wildflowers in a dead space near our local Lido (that's a public swimming pool for anyone outside of the UK). So glad they did.
Linking up to Visible Monday over at Not Yet Dead Style.
Dress: Mango; Shoes: Fit Flops; Bag: Michael by Michael Kors
Mr V - Tee: Levis; Shorts: Pull and Bear