I don’t know if this happens to everyone, or just women, or just me, but certain outfits and/or items of clothing remain inextricably linked to memories of significant events. For example, there’s a particular black lacy item in my lingerie drawer that I no longer wear, and yet am unable to discard. I wore it one special day, and every time I see it, I have to catch my breath as memories of that day come flooding back. I remember the other things I wore that day too. And how I almost didn’t want to wash them because they’d picked up his scent: subtle cologne, and sea air and something indefinably him.
Today was significant too, though for other reasons. And this is what I was wearing today.
Top: Zaara — Mishti Tank — Ivory
Skirt: Zaara — Niti Skirt — Aqua
Shoes: N-Core — Soleil — Washed Denim **NEW**
Earrings: Caroline’s Jewelry — Donata — Blue
Necklace: Je Suis — Je suis une princesse
Bracelet: Mood — Sorella Cuff — Gold — Amethyst
Pose*: Juxtapose — Stronger 2