No one is safe from the unbearable heat waves washing over the country, from the northeast across the south, stretching to the Midwest and beyond. As a result, I have felt rather uninspired when it comes to my dress; mostly, I want to be wearing nothing, and sitting inside my air conditioned bedroom. Although my office is technically and purportedly air conditioned as well, being on the top floor, it seems as though it is always sweltering.
I love this surreal, absurd rooster print, and the myriad of ways this model is proudly and primly and properly adorning herself with it. The heat combined with a looming deadline have made me feel exhausted, even, or maybe especially, when I first rise in the morning. If only I had this halter, hoop skirt dress, or perhaps the blouse and pencil skirt for the office; surely, the onomatopoetic power of the cock-a-doodle-doo would seep through to my core.
On another note, I wish I owned a pair of bermuda shorts, maybe.
(image taken from The Nifty Fifties)