This jacket doesn’t work with this dress. I didn’t much care, last Tuesday.
What with the travel surrounding Mom’s surgery, my September 30th birthday didn’t get celebrated until October 9th. So Significant Husband took me to Boulevard, one of San Francisco’s stalwart delicious, fancy-but-unpretentious places to eat.
I had thought to wear my Dries van Noten shift with the biker jacket, but I left that dress down at my house, so put on this 2010 Prada instead. I expect I will be alternating these two for the next decade of dinners out. I had also imagined higher heels, but my foot issues put their, well, foot down.
Why doesn’t the outfit work? Because the dress depends on a tightly fitted bodice which the jacket disguises, awkwardly. Saved from disaster, however, by the quality of the Prada fabric. The weight, the drape, the flow nudged inept in the direction of insouciance. Almost as though I were the sort of woman who frequented Milan in proper Italian frocks but threw on her biker jacket to ride a Vespa rebelliously to Sicily.
But not quite. Also it might be hard to ride a Vespa to Sicily and Sturdy Gals would surely check Google maps before the attempt.
The light that evening, on the other hand, was perfect. We arrived a little early, and walked over to the promenade that fronts the bay to wait. The sun full on the other side of the bridge.
The jacket still didn’t work. But a grin, quality materials, and good lighting compensate for all kinds of mistakes.
AllSaints biker jacket
Prada full-skirted dress
Beautifeel captoe pumps
Old Coach bucket bag from the back of my closet