Claire is wearing a leopard print square scarf (in hair) [vintage sale], giant gold hoop earrings [Topshop], thin gold necklace [charity shop], gold wiggly sectioned necklace [charity shop], black sheer-fronted t-shirt with slogan [Primark], thin denim trousers [charity shop], grey-topped thermal socks [George at Asda] and tan leather boots [Topshop].
Covadonga is wearing a gold vine leaf necklace [charity shop], a fish-bone style gold necklace [charity shop] and medium gold chain [charity shop].
I bought this t-shirt during year abroad and never really got round to wearing it there, mainly because I was afraid the teenagers I taught might see me in it and realise I was actually a) edgeh and b)allowed to live and shop outside the confines of the school.
I picked it out today to ventilate myself, with its sheer front. Although it's not really sheer, it's that fabric basketball vests are made out of; suffice to say I have more holes in my front than an emmental cheese today. This means I have to display my fetching black halter-neck bra, because I have an aversion to bandeaus (they slip off, leaving you lopsidedly exposed) and nude-coloured stretchy vests (the fabric, the cling and that fact that they're not actually designed for anyone's real skin colour and its therefore obvious you're wearing one). I picked edgeh exposure today, and if anyone if looking at my chest more than likely they'll be reading my top, in all its tacky glory, rather than ogling the 'explicit content' beneath!
My housemate spouted an insightful quote this morning. She appeared in a well-co-ordinated pleated skirt and navy long-sleeved chiffon shirt with lace flowering, and told me that it looked like we would never be friends. She has a point.
But everyone knows the good, well dressed lady always secretly fancies the bad boy in the tight jeans and black t-shirt.
Today I am bad Pard, breaking hearts and eardrums 'til bedtime!
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