Antonia Dress

This dress is proof that God loves me. The vibrant colors, the soft A-line shape, and the fabulous breathable linen! It's perfect for summer.

One of my co-workers said it looks like someone threw up a bunch of sherbert onto a sack. Clearly, my darling co-worker (and roomate) does not appreciate vintage patterns. And clearly, she has not seen a close up of the material. I can see myself wearing this to a summer barbeque. Drinking a margarita. Casual, wavy, just rolled out of bed hair. Ohhh yes, it's all coming together quite nicely now!

That's what I love about J.Crew. Sure, my extremely absurd daydreams inspired by a simple dress are my own doing. But J.Crew just does that to me. Just one item of their clothing has me in the backyard of someone's house, watching my fiance' grill out in a fabulous Williams Sonoma apron, drinking margaritas, and having supposedly sexy, flowy, beautiful roll out of bed locks. Let me take this time to thank J.Crew for fueling my insane (and when it comes to sexy roll out of bed hair, impossible) fantasies.

This three quarter linen dress is sheer brilliance I tell you!

I tried explaining to my fiance' how badly I need this dress in my wardrobe. I begged. I pleaded. Just one dress! Only one! I so badly need this dress. I think he could see the sincere desparation in my eyes. "I'll do anything! Anything! I won't force you to watch Sex and the City!". He shook his head. "I won't make you eat healthy food for a week!". He ignored me. "Sex every day for a month?" He seemed alarmed that I was willing to sell my soul for a drapery linen dress. He smiled, took my hand and said, "Baby, you know it will be on sale in a month". He's right. Now I can keep my TV show, diet, and sexual sanity.

Introduction

I'm sitting here, listening to Madeline Peyroux and flipping through my J.Crew catalog trying to think of something interesting to say to all of ya'll. Not much is coming to mind because once I open those glossy, beautiful pages of any J.Crew catalog my mind is instantly foggy and my eyes glaze over. I'm in a totally different world. A world full of color, cashmere sweaters with gorgeous rose appliques, playful patterned Liza d'Orsay heels, metallic jacquard dresses, and sequin sweaters.

I savor the J.Crew catalog. I make sure I reserve time to read it. I'll check everything off on my to do list, make myself a cup of coffee, put on my lounge pants, and I soak up every single page, picturing myself in Paris, the Kaufman house, the beach or in some perfectly red, orange, and yellow tree filled street. I want to crawl inside the catalog and never leave.

Call me obsessed. Hey, I'll admit it to anybody. I am J.Crew obessesed. If my house was burning, I'd grab photographs, my dog, and my entire closet of J.Crew clothes. If I had to pick between 1 million dollars and 100 things from J.Crew, I'd pick 100 things from J.Crew (but, let's face it, that may be worth one million dollars!). My family doesn't understand and my fiance' certainly doesn't understand. My name is Sophie and I am addicted to J.Crew. Here's where you chime in and say: Hi Sophie.

I work at J.Crew. In fact, you may even call me an indentured servant. I work for clothes. At work, I'm always piecing outfits together as I excruciatingly board fold tissue crewneck tees one by one. As I walk from rack to rack, I jot down my own little wish list in my head. I literally get a thrill when someone my size walks in with a direct return. When the markdown list gets printed off, I am first to volunteer to grab the pricing gun and go mark those bad boys down.

Let me say it again: My name is Sophie and I am addicted to J.Crew.