Boden fans rave over 'lovely' summer dress that's now 25% off in the sale
Save on styles for spring in Boden's huge sale, which is currently seeing 25% off sitewide
Spring is here, and if you're thinking of refreshing your wardrobe in time for warmer weather, Boden is hosting a huge seasonal sale. Boden's latest offer is one you'll want to snap up, because the much-loved British brand currently has 25% off everything online.
Fans are especially raving about one standout piece: the Maddie Trim Jersey Dress. It's normally £80 but the price will be reduced to £60 when you use the code: KN4H at checkout.
Described as a 'lovely dress' by happy shoppers, the versatile number is ideal for spring and summer occasions.
The Maddie Trim Jersey Dress is everything you could want from a summer staple. Not only is it easy to wear, flattering, and dressy enough for casual occasions, but you can also wear it for summer weddings and outdoor parties.
The dress is cut in a fit-and-flare silhouette, gently flatters the body before falling to a low-calf length, making it an ideal choice for sunny days. Alternatively, M&S is selling this Finery London Jersey V-Neck Midi Dress in Green for £49 - and it works perfectly for summer evenings.
The Paradise Green shade of Boden's dress is one that has customers raving, although it is available in two other colours: Port and Ivory, as well as Harbour Blue. The Paradise Green shade that suits a wide range of skin tones and instantly gives off that carefree summer vibe. The subtle trim details elevate the look further and add a touch of refinement to this simple look.
Whether you're sitting on a picnic blanket, browsing market stalls, or enjoying a relaxed family barbecue, this dress will surely keep you comfortable.
Reviews for the Maddie Jersey dress have been glowing. Shoppers love the vibrant colour, flattering cut, and how easy it is to wear. One person said: "This dress is a dream! The sleeves are my favourite part. I'd love to see other colours too!"
A second person shared: "I'm delighted with this dress! The green is rich and bright without being too harsh or loud. It hugs in all the right places, with a nice flowy skirt. I can't wait to wear it this summer."
In a third comment, one person wrote: "I love this dress. It's light, flowy cotton, which is great for the heat. The green is beautiful."
However, one person wrote in a four-star rating: "Such a shame. The colour is gorgeous and the fit is perfect. But the sleeves are out of proportion if you're petite."
Looking for more summer styles? Head over to Roman to shop the brand's spring sale with up to 50% off clothing. You can also find several new arrivals for the upcoming summer at Marks and Spencer.
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