I wore a pink zebra dress to the wedding. It blows my mind that I would because it goes against all the fashion beliefs of my teenage self. I have covered my thoughts on pink before, but zebras?
It’s not that I am against zebras themselves, but animal prints. It’s not that I am militant vegan because I wear my leather boots and eat my steaks with gusto. Yet, animal prints just felt squicky. It is like wishing you had a dead zebra skin, or dead leopard. I know this isn’t a popular opinion in the fashion blogging world. So many blogs I read are like “I must have these leopard print shoes! And headscarf! And look at this little cheetah spotted handbag! I MUST HAVE ALL THE PRINTS.” I also know full well that a print is not a dead skin, but like faux fur it feels a little encouraging of those who would want dead skin. But the second reason I don’t like animal prints is they just seem tacky. I know that that’s being judgemental and tacky has all sorts of issues as a word, but there we go. My boy thinks it’s kind of weird I don’t like them because it is just another pattern, especially as I like this kind of animal print:
|Toucan playsuit from New Look. I really wanted this but it has sold out.|
However the dress I wore to the wedding was a gentle Segway into embracing that style. Behold: animals on an animal print:
|Yes, it is that hat again. I have been living in it for the last two weeks.|
|Would you look at that? Zebras on zebra stripes. Amazing.|
|My boy in his suit|
There were lots of lovely well-dressed people at the wedding with beautiful hats and one man with suede brogues with orange soles. I was told that to go up to the man with the nice shoes and ask to photograph them would be weird and embarrassing and, as it wasn’t my family’s thing, I was good and put my camera away. I spent the rest of the night bare-foot barn dancing which is a lot more demure than taking photos of strangers to put on the internet.