“She used to dress us up in those dainty and colorful numbers with the cliché embellishments of intricate laces, fancy ribbons, add-on frills and of course the legendary puff sleeves. Ohh I cringe at the thought of puff sleeves!”
No. Screw the title. This will be in no way related to my pious beliefs and practices. First, delving into that would be such a tedious task and would consume more than a day, considering that, frankly, I have nothing to shell out on that topic. So, why waste the hours away?
Also, I’ve heard from a wise man, that it is always a smart move to steer clear of such sensitive subjects. Especially, if my opinions on the matter, I must admit, are only hanging by a flimsy thread and can easily be shaken. Either by internet trolls or kick ass social media proclaimed gods.
That’s when it dawned on me, this is a fashion blog, not the official newsletter of the freaking Vatican. A style commentary on a typical Sunday’s church clothes can do justice to the title of this article. *
So, we move on.
My mom is notorious for being a worship attire dictator. If there is such label. Because she’s very keen on the idea of us being presentable, especially on a Sunday. She used to dress us up in those dainty and colorful numbers with the cliché embellishments of intricate laces, fancy ribbons, add-on frills and of course the legendary puff sleeves. Ohh I cringe at the thought of puff sleeves!
Time flies so fast, less the mentioned adornments, this is how I would depict my ideal church attire now.
Simple, fuss-free with the noble and nun-like innocence of a certain Valentino fall collection from not too long ago. Of which by the way, I would die to have a piece.
So, what’s your Sunday Best?
SNIDEL by ASAMI KUSUGAMI Dress
SALVATORE FERRAGAMO Vara Pump (SAME HERE)