I’m glad someone has designed something that wipes clean for Coachella gals.
Mom, this is Janice, don’t call her my girlfriend, she doesn’t like labels. She only wears thrift shop clothing, refuses to make eye contact with republicans and only eats raw food she has personally met before it was harvested. We’re in love.
I made having all the special textile loving feelings right now.
Arden, the ghost everyone just ignores.
This totally screams ‘class picture day’. I am seeing it framed on paneling.
That black band of fabric at the crotch feels out of place- although a little more opacity wouldn’t ruin this look.
This is one of those ‘it matched before I hit office lighting’ moments for me.
Don’t you look at me like that Eunice- now you MARCH back upstairs and put the slip on- we’re going to be late for brunch!
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