LC Santorini Dress
...I met her in a tiny town called Fira that clings to a cliff on a circular archipelago called Santorini. She’s a water-filled caldera really; a natural creation of arresting beauty and troubled youth, intoxicatingly dangerous-last time she erupted she buried Atlantis.
Something like this...
She’s riding a bicycle with a wicker basket (this floral cotton dress draped around her), casually steering into my four crates of delicate Assyrtiko grapes. She laughs. I pay. I ask her about her dress. Says she made it from curtains at her French mother’s summer home in Nice.
Something like this…
She’s a bright light. A giver. Passionately loves to laugh and cry. Selfish in a way that makes me feel special. Unpredictable yet sturdy in a way I envy. I’ve always wanted something like this.
How about you?
Santorini Dress (No. 4301). Unlined with self-fabric facing at front bodice. Sweetheart neckline. Bra keepers. Invisible zipper center back. Below knee length.