Gig Harbor Dress in Red

You're sitting on the waterside patio of a casually chic restaurant, savoring a lunch of fresh-caught fish and red wine. A delicate breeze, sharp with the smell of saltwater and pine, plays with the hem of your A-line red dress, and the playful sun leaps about its shining fabric. You lean forward, chin in hands, to admire the verdant trees across the water, and let the toasty rays sketch over the skin left bare by your frock's open, button-topped, crisscrossed back. When the time feels right, ... More

You're sitting on the waterside patio of a casually chic restaurant, savoring a lunch of fresh-caught fish and red wine. A delicate breeze, sharp with the smell of saltwater and pine, plays with the hem of your A-line red dress, and the playful sun leaps about its shining fabric. You lean forward, chin in hands, to admire the verdant trees across the water, and let the toasty rays sketch over the skin left bare by your frock's open, button-topped, crisscrossed back. When the time feels right, you pay your bill, and meander over to the art walk serpenting alongside the harbor, feeling fine as the divine day in your darling dress!