Quiet night in turned mini fashion show.

I had the rest of the night all planned out - my PJs were on, my internet and macbook were firmly off and there was a stack of magazines ready and waiting on my bed to be read.  It was going to be a fashionably relaxing night.  That is until I started reading Elle and all of my plans went to hell.

Even though I've been aware of the dropping of hemlines for a while, reading about it again seemed to cause a spark in my mind.  In that moment, I remembered a long length dress and skirt that I had forgotten about in my wardrobe.  The skirt was a regretted purchase from H&M and the dress, originally from Gap, had been worn once to a wedding in the summer.

The dress.

10 minutes later, my Elle magazine was buried under a mountain of options and I was parading different looks into my parent's room where my Mum was dosing off to sleep reading.

My conclusion?  It's going to take a while to get used to the lower hemlines but I think I'll be ready to attempt to pull it off soon once I get over feeling slightly like a housewife with short legs.  I can't wait to get the rest of my wardrobe out without waking up the rest of my family so I can work it out...