Last week I shared with you a review of the Polka Dot Claudia Max dress by Alexandra King for Deadly is the Female, a piece that immediately became one of my favourite dresses of all time. I bought it using money I had been given for my birthday specifically for buying myself some treats from my favourite small businesses, so Deadly is the Female of course had to be top of that list. At the same time I also bought myself the Navy Flutter Sleeve Claudia dress, because its understated chicness but clear practicality had been calling to me like a siren song ever since I had first tried it on in early March. Genuinely, I’ve been thinking about this dress at least a couple times a week since. I’m so, so pleased that my memories of it live up to it’s beauty.
Now, one could try to argue that I already have ‘too many’ Claudia dresses from the Alexandra King for Deadly is the Female line. Could, but I would suggest no one even bother, because there’s no way they could convince me. I own 4 of the bishop sleeve knee-length dresses (a pure classic, I don’t regret a single one of those purchases,) a bishop sleeve velvet floor length gown (bought for my sister’s now-postponed wedding, which I will now be desperate to wear ASAP as a result,) and a chiffon-y delicious flutter sleeve knee length dress, which is a summertime glory. So, yeah, you might have thought I ‘have enough,’ BUT. BUT! That would be wilfully ignoring the fact that they’ve recently released their first line of printed maxis, and my goodness, they are gorgeous.
I’ve always thought that you’re either a robe person or you’re not, and I think it largely runs in families. I’ve never been someone who bothers with robes–or at least I wasn’t, until I became a pinup. Suddenly the concept of a robe had so many more possibilities than just those bulky, drab toweling robes that…I don’t know, people presumably put on after showering if they can’t be bothered to dry off immediately?
Now robes could be slinky little numbers thrown over silk slips in the morning while brushing out my pincurls and applying my vintage makeup. They could have billowing bishop sleeves, indescribably soft marabou trim, yards and yards of fabric that swish as you walk, recline, answer the phone to the latest in the long line of suitors desperate for your company. They could be decadent. Since I met with this robe revelation I’ve picked up several of those short slinky numbers perfect for getting ready in, but I’d yet to get my eager hands on any of those truly luxurious options. That is, until now. And my word, once you go Glamour Robe, there’s no going back.