There was a brief* time during my childhood in which I refused to respond to anything other than "Dorothy Gale, from Kansas."
Not "Dorothy." Not even, "Dorothy Gale." "Dorothy Gale, FROM KANSAS." Only.
*Seriously, what 3 year old has a several month-long identity crisis? But, I digress.
During my innocent, not-at-all worrisome role playing, I insisted on wearing a little checkered and floral jumper daily because, in my mind, it was Dorothy Gale (from Kansas)'s signature gingham frock. Oh, and pink sparkle jellies TOTALLY passed as ruby slippers.
I still fantasize about that little jumper dress of mine and the simple days where I could just BE Dorothy Gale, from Kansas.
So, of course, the moment I saw this dress in an online vintage shop, I knew it had to be mine. I feel like Dorothy would totally approve - blue and white gingham, bright colored poppies...it might as well have an Emerald City and a Yellow Brick Road!
I've worn it many times this summer, and I cannot believe that this is the first time I've blogged about it. The fabric is a soft, very worn cotton that feels like butter, and I adore the sweet lace details. I firmly believe it is the most beautiful, perfect dress I've ever owned. And that's saying a lot. Have you seen my closet?