Best part... corset lacing.
Rushing through a brigade of e-mails, I couldn’t help noticing a certain pair of ankle boots I’d previously hunted was finally available. With saucer eyes, I gazed desirously as if stylistic prerequisite to the afternoon, and like some smooth phantom criminal, it happened before I could stop the indulgence. An alarming thought, albeit I like my life the way I like it, and by and large, it naturally involves a plethora of manuscripts and fabulous shoes.
With ridiculous ceremonial procession resembling some True Hollywood Shoe Story, I had another delicious pair of boots resting just south of my ankles. And while sugarcoating need not apply, despite all my efforts, this bitter weakness never felt so sweet.
Necklaces, vintage & secondhand. Boots & jacket, Miss Me. Leggings & gloves, Tripp. Tank & skirt, F21.