Our Favorite Green Slip Dresses Right Now

Everyone in my group chat agrees the green slip dress is having a moment except my sister, who thinks green is a color you wear to a garden party or not at all, and she’s held that opinion since I wore a hunter green one to her rehearsal dinner and someone asked if I was staff. I have not let this go. She has not let it go either. Meanwhile the rest of us are three deep in olive and sage and one truly unhinged emerald that photographs like a screensaver.

The first wear is always the same ritual. I put it on, I do the mirror thing where you turn sideways and suck in slightly even though the whole point of a slip dress is that it doesn’t care, and then I text a picture to whoever’s awake.

The sage one got an immediate “wait that’s actually so good” from a friend who never reacts that fast to anything, which is basically a five star review in her language. The emerald one got silence for eleven minutes and then just “hm.” I still bought it. I regret nothing, mostly.

The real test is whether it survives past six o’clock without you fussing with it, and this is where half my rotation quietly failed. There was an olive one from maybe two years ago that looked incredible in the store, sat weird by hour four, and now lives in the very back of my closet where things go to be forgotten but not donated, because donating feels too final.

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The sage one, though, I wore to a friend’s engagement thing, then wore the exact same dress four days later to sit through a work happy hour I did not want to attend, and it did not once feel like I was rewearing an outfit, it just felt like the dress showing up correctly both times.

What actually goes with it matters more than people admit before they own one. A beat up leather jacket over it turns it into something you’d wear on a Tuesday without thinking twice. A cardigan does the opposite, it makes the whole thing look like you’re cosplaying a substitute teacher, and I say this having tried it in front of the mirror and immediately taken the cardigan back off. Gold jewelry works, silver works, both at once somehow also works, which is more forgiving than I expected from a color I used to actively avoid.

The emerald one is the gamble in this lineup, the one that looks incredible on maybe one specific person in a room and slightly like a costume on everyone else, and I’m that person on a good day and not on a bad one. My sister would tell you not to bother. I’d tell you to try it anyway and decide for yourself, because that’s basically the whole argument in our family at this point.