Gingham Girl, Part 2

Speaking of gingham, I should mention my most recent adorably-patterned acquisition:
After eying the shirt dresses at Steven Alan for months, I kept shying away from the triple digit pricetag. Then just the other day, I happened to catch sight of this sweet ruffled style at Gap Kids of all places, and it fit like a dream!

When I caught sight of the $34 sticker, I thought I really must be dreaming. Now I'm trying to talk myself out of buying the pink-and-green floral print, too, because it's just so Lilly Pulitzer and I'm just dying to wear it with my beat-up boat shoes now (and shrunken navy blazer for back-to-school!).

Gingham Girl

I have an unusual fondness for gingham that dates back to a vague memory of a favorite frock from my childhood. I remember a crinkly cotton fabric with a dainty navy-and-white checkered pattern and a sweet white sailor collar. The countless gingham dresses in my drawers - and the unshakable need to purchase this one above too - must signify some sort of underlying psychological attachment to the fabric. That, or I just like it...

With shiny red shoes and a little bow headband? A little sassy, a little Alice in Wonderland, and just adorable.