Welcome to the Dollhouse

I am good; but perhaps that is precisely what is so very, very bad. It’s the curse of the good girl. You get into the habit of being all sorts of sweet; candy-coated, you might say. Helping with menial tasks about the house; being a yes girl; staying naïve and innocent in all manners of the words; obeying curfews; and suddenly darlings, you’re a puppet – or more accurately, a doll. A porcelain doll at that – one with a saccharine smile, bouncy ringlets lacing your hair, and a rosy rouge adorning the apples of your cheeks; a mannequin who is handled with kid-gloves and regarded as fragile and in need of protecting. It is certainly not a fun role; yet it’s one that many of us fall into, if only incidentally. Thus, why not dress the part?

Charlotte Russe’s Lace Floral Dress is just the type of ensemble you would expect to embellish the form of a dolly standing prim and proper upon a spotless shelf; as such, it is the ideal way to channel your model persona. The charcoal-hued A-line frock is feminine and flirty; dainty and demure; and downright ambrosial to simply look at. The scoop neck gives way to a Victorian-inspired cream-colored lace trim that takes on the appearance of a darling bib; then moves down to expose a crimson floral print, which subtly morphs into the most angelic décor in the form of charming carousel ponies bejeweled with flowers, garland, and ribbons encircling them from head to foot.

Kittens, this is not the type of attirement you spot on a daily basis. It is the piece de resistance of playful; the crème de la crème of cute; the haut monde of heavenly. Equal parts romantic and refined with a spot of vintage flavor tossed in for good measure, it is, to put it quite bluntly, a magnificent marvel with the ability to give you the confidence to embrace the dear dolly within; while giving you a prime reason to pull those Blair Waldorf tights out of retirement.

Welcome to the dollhouse, darlings.


Fashionably yours!


Thanks to Charlotte Russe for the pictures.