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If I were a guzillionaire and a size zero

You could probably find me flouncing about in several frocks from this shop:

Perfect for a summer picnic, were I Betty Draper, Coca Cola in hand.

Imagine carrying out all of your daily tasks in a full skirt and slip? I would be grinning from ear to ear.

This would drop some jaws.

This is so timeless.

Obviously there is still a young girl trapped inside of me, because I want nothing more than to wear these dresses with their giant fluffy skirts and twirl around. This yellow number is perhaps my favorite.

(Oh how silly internet procrastination lends itself to daydreaming and scheming.)