Scrolling through all this… stuff, it’s kinda overwhelming, right? You’ve got the whole “pre-owned greatest hits” vibe, which, okay, sustainable, I guess, but also… do I *really* want someone else’s Dior dress? I mean, unless it’s, like, a *super* steal and in mint condition, maybe.
Then there’s the whole “Natalie Portman’s Dior” thing. Like, I get it, she’s gorgeous, Dior’s iconic, but is buying a red Dior dress *really* gonna make me Natalie Portman? Probs not, sadly. *Sigh*.
Okay, but seriously, this “bright red lightweight wool and silk” situation they’re describing? That sounds *divine*. Especially the “officer collar with a Dior Tribales button.” What even *is* a Dior Tribales button? Sounds fancy AF. And the “short puff sleeves”? Little bit of vintage charm, I’m digging it.
And speaking of vintage-y vibes, “Mrs. Harris Goes To Paris!” Okay, I haven’t actually seen it, but I feel like owning a red Dior dress would *definitely* transport me to Paris. Even if it’s just in my head. Which, let’s be honest, is where most of my Parisian adventures happen anyway.
Then we get to the “Lyst.com” stuff. Okay, Lyst. I know Lyst. It’s like, where all the rich people shop, right? Or at least *pretend* to shop. $1,650 for a *sale* Dior dress? Ouch. My bank account just whimpered a little.
But hey, you gotta dream, right? The “mid-length dress revisits the House’s codes of modern elegance”? Okay, Dior, you’re laying it on thick. But I’m kinda buying it. The “flared silhouette with dart details highlighting the waist”? Yes, please! Anything that highlights my waist is a win in my book.
So, the bottom line is, buying a red Dior dress is basically buying a fantasy. A fantasy of Parisian elegance, of feeling like a celebrity, of having a waist that doesn’t require Spanx (okay, maybe still Spanx). It’s an investment, for sure. A *major* investment. But hey, if you’ve got the cash, and you’re feeling fabulous? Go for it! Just, uh, maybe send me a pic, okay? So I can live vicariously. And maybe borrow it sometime? Just kidding… mostly.