Personal Narrative: Striped Dress

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Hot days are taking over Charlottesville and summer classes have finally started. As a result, dresses and sunglasses are taking over grounds and I can’t say I’m hating it! I ran into this adorable Fashionista and immediately loved her outfit; I could see myself in everything she was wearing and the little details in her outfit stood out as well.

The most obvious piece of her outfit, and what caught my eye first, is her striped, short-sleeved dress. The best thing about a striped dress is that it’s extremely versatile and comfortable. This Fashionista had the right idea when she picked a dress with curved hemline. Striped dresses can feel monotonous with the wrong silhouette but hers look fun and flirty just through a change in the shape.

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