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So, I’ve got this sort of sick and desirous love for Betsey Johnson dresses. I’m not down with the shoes, or bags, or skirts – only the dresses. I should hate them but I can’t. I want to wear them on trips to the Co-op to buy loo roll, wine and chocolate buttons. They are impractical and verging on ridiculous with their fairytailing style (bar the ace sweater dresses which are slut styling of the highest order). Mmmm.

Dahlia also rule, less fairytailing but so very, very sweet. Enough net and thought about finishes to make you feel a like a real live girl. My 13 year old self is angry with my new love and is hoping I will overdose on store brand paracetamol. Uh uh, my old self, welcome to the brave new world of plaited hair and huge dresses, but don’t worry, there’ll always be Guinness and my delightful ability to ruin it all with chocolate covered fingers.

You can score these at ASOS.