A particular shade of yellow.
The yellow of her dress revels in its elusiveness, an effect amplified by the lightness of its material. I try to capture the particular shade as I follow her movement but it’s difficult. At one moment I’m reminded of a bright early morning sun shining through linen curtains, the next, a field of wheat dancing in a summer breeze. The word diaphanous comes to mind, but I’m unsure whether it’s appropriate.
The sleeves are just the right length, finished with a softly frilled cuff at the point where the shoulder becomes the arm. The gentlest touch of white lace here. A simple, round neckline caresses the tips of her collarbones. It’s high but playfully cut. Inviting the imagination. Its maker clearly understanding how alluring a woman’s neck can be when allowed its rightful place as centrepiece.
From there, the expanse of yellow continues uninterrupted except for a simply executed gathering at the waist, before coming to an end just below her knee. The faint outline of her body afforded by the delicate fabric contrasts the slightly conservative length. Modest and yet flirtatious.
As I watch her, I try to decide whether it’s the way she moves or the fabric she wears which is responsible for the near hypnotic effect she is having. At least four other heads have turned, transfixed as she cuts a path through the warm sun-thickened air. She, however, appears to be oblivious, walking quickly and lightly with a half smile resting on her face. A curious mixture of purpose and pleasure. A few more steps and she is around a corner, gone. Busy with whatever girls who wear such pretty yellow dresses do with easy summer afternoons.