I call this my deconstructed dress because it kind of looks like someone started with a perfectly fine plaid dress, took it apart and put it all back together again, but wonky. And I bet they had pieces left over.
Usually, I don’t like haphazard – I’ve written before about my minimalist aesthetic. But this dress, with its asymmetrical, multi-layered hemline, patchwork bodice and voluminous embellishments in the verboten hip region, appealed to me. As I looked it over on the hanger at Nordstrom Rack, I found myself digging the chaos of it, getting into its “Pollyanna on crack” vibe.
I wore it to work and people didn’t quite know what to say. That’s practically a sign from God it’s a keeper.