July 13: And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with The Daffodils

Despite a cacophony of meetings, analysis, and one-on-ones, I felt floaty and fancy-free today. I think much credit goes to my outfit, which seemed to be made to swoosh around in.  I clearly remember this dress being one of the inaugural purchases paid for by my first paycheck. At just over Php1,000 it was one of the pricier items from Unica Hija. I justified the purchase with one of the many excuses we women make for ourselves when rationalizing an impulse buy: “It was an investment!”; in this case, I was lucky that it turned out to be true.

The daffodil-and-cornflower dress evokes the same dreamy effect seen in many watercolor paintings, but I think in texture and vibe it is closer to the floral color scheme. With its gently cascading tiers, and peekabo lining, the dress is the picture of Wordsworth-worthy romance. I love how the print conjures images of petals falling quietly like rain on a soft, springy meadow.

To anchor the look for a busy, no-nonsense Tuesday at the office, I threw on my favorite satiny black blazer, which lends more gravity (and some delicious texture) to the outfit. I finished with nude ankle-strap wedges for height, and pulled my hair back into a neat bun to show off the dress to its full extent.

I like how the dress remains very wearable on Casual Friday or on weekends. I also like to style it with large, bouncy, romantic waves and very minimal make up.

I leave you with William Wordsworth’s “I wandered lonely as a cloud”*, which would not stop repeating itself in my “inward eye” today, thanks to the hallucinogenic mood I was in because of this dress.

I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

*online copy from Poem Hunter 

Dress: Unica Hija
Blazer: Giordano Ladies, from Hong Kong
Shoes: Primadonna from SM Manila

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