This top is one of my new desert pieces. I managed to snag it for $3 at a thrift shop. Fully lined and 100% silk! It has subtle ruching down the sides and a drapey almost cowl neckline that flatters the figure.
Oh, and the tattered strips of silk: Instant love. Any occasion to bust out the fire hazard label! I feel they hang around my shoulders like the fluttering ribbons of fantasy wings. Or ribbons of homelessness, according to my mom. Agree to disagree.
Shredded silk shirt: unknown (thrifted)
Denim mermaid skirt: Bebe (thrifted)
Sandals: Clark's (gift from Cathy)
Necklace: Old Navy
Bangles: gifted x2, DIY, thrifted, and Paris
I feel kind of slouchy and feminine and classy-sexy all at once in it. Which is great, because I've also been totally slacking about cutting and styling my hair. And makeup. Meh. It's 90 degrees.
Thrifting is such an equalizer. I'd be too intimidated to wear an expensive silk shirt with denim and roll around on the floor in it playing with the dog, but since all price tags are the same, I feel like my clothes are cheerfully all-purpose.Am I the only one who carries a mental price tag with items and lets that influence their use? I shouldn't, but high prices for things intimidate me. How much more freeing a $3 price tag can be. :D