Some dresses feel like a memory before you’ve even worn them. This one is sun-faded and sea-soft, with gentle smocking across the bodice and a skirt that moves like low tide over sand. The color—like storm-washed denim—belongs to another decade, another life.🌩️🌬️
It’s the kind of dress you’d wear while waiting on a dock, knowing no one is coming. Or dancing alone at golden hour, just to feel your own weight in the world.
And yes—there are pockets. Deep enough for seashells, folded notes, or the kind of small, important things you keep close without knowing why.
For all the stories you sent out with the waves.🌊🍾
