I don't appreciate the uniform; plain jeans and T. so instead I collaborate a sheer pattern dress having everything from a cuddled lace siluet to a subtle flowery thrill edited together. It being my Velvet chocolate (that guilt pleasure that arouses vanity while kicking your back pocket. With a jersey. Wanton in intention and fitted to critic one of both shoulders. Horizontally striped in a blue and an almost shy grey. My ritual white watch, skeleton earrings and hand me down rope chain (vintage probably sounds better) accessorized the look.