Holly White road tests... Maxi dresses
Nestled on the couch with a takeaway in front of us, myself and the Greek god were having a cosy Saturday night in. Flicking through the channels, trying to find something that would satisfy both our telly palettes, I settled on a U2 documentary.
Half an hour later, I was off in one of my little worlds. I texted my brother -- a U2 obsessive, if ever there was -- and within an hour I was at his flat, going through his collection of the band's CDs.
In the coming days, I listened to them all. But on Zooropa, the song Babyface stuck out. The line "dressed up like a lovely day" seemed like the sweetest compliment anyone could pay to an outfit, especially coming from a man.
You see, new love has come into my life in an amazing way, and it's floating through my veins. I'm less leathery and angry, and it seems safe to be a bit lighter, giggly and tactile.
I've turned into one of those girls who walks down the street wrapped up in her man's arms, and we constantly stare at each other or hold hands, even while he's driving. In short, I am annoying, but feeling romantic -- and it's quite fashionable at the moment.
This summer, fashion wants us to wear maxi dresses. The maxi dress is one of the most glamorous and deeply feminine items of clothing that can be worn during the day.
This style of dress has been all over the catwalks and, more importantly to the average Joe, they are now all over high-street shops, as well as on well-dressed celebs.
Naturally, I had to follow suit and opt for the trend, if only for research purposes.
The dresses range in price from next to nothing up into the thousands for a Roberto Cavalli number. Being on the tall side, I quickly learned that the cheaper ones scrimp on length, so we giants will have to up the ante in the cash stakes, unfortunately.
Decking myself out in the Ted Baker number, I hit the Taste of Dublin festival in the Iveagh Gardens with some friends.
The first thing I noticed was how cumbersome the maxi is. You have to become the slightly dizzy girl who is constantly tripping over herself.
Plus, it feels incredibly strange to be somewhat nude underneath the layers of voluminous fabric -- like a naughty secret -- which I didn't entirely like.
The sun was refusing to shine and, having tripped around on my dress, I resorted to holding a chunk of it in my left hand and an ice cream in my right.
But then my phone started ringing and, in a frazzled, frustrated attempt to struggle and juggle, my ice cream fell to the ground.
I became so irritated by the situation that I slipped away quietly. Back in my flat, I pulled the dress off and flung it on to my bed.
Soon, I was nestled in front of the TV in my fail-safe jeans and a black vest.
So while I love the look of this trend, it just ain't for me.
Think high street. The dress only looks its best when it is touching the ground, which means it’s going to get a little trampled, so do not invest too heavily.
The dress only achieves the right casual/glam attitude if worn with flat shoes, so stick with flip-flops. Adding heels will make you look like you got lost on your way to a ball in the middle of the day.
In keeping things feminine and boho, embrace jewellery. I love bangles up one arm, or a few, great Daisy stackable rings piled on.
A thick belt under the bustline on a dress can avoid that slightly frumpy, maternity-wear feeling. Go for a bright, contrasting colour or faithful black.