I used to wear black all the time. No, like ALL the time. I’ve gotten away from wearing it as much in recent years, but lately her siren song has been calling me back. Everything I am drawn to is black. I tried on some clothes twice this past week and realized that every item I took in to the dressing room was black. Every item! Glorious, glorious, glorious black. It must be my inner New Waver trying to get out.
Must… Hear… The Cure…
And The Smiths.
Oh, and Depeche Mode too. Black Celebration, am I right?
I picked up this blouse at Nordstrom Rack for a wee pittance. I love the way it flows. I also really like the cutout back and the bum covering tail. It’s a winner.
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