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When I was approached by the lovely team at eshakti to review a product, I couldn't have been more thrilled... moments later, I spotted this chevron embellished jacket and a sense of over-jubilation washed over. What's great about eshakti, apart from their beautiful selection of styles and sincere customer satisfaction, is that you have the option of customizing your pieces. For example, this jacket was originally designed with long sleeves, but seeing as I spend the majority of time in my art studio, I knew there was a perilous concern of dragging it through a sea of charcoal and watercolor, so I had it tailored to a more appropriate bracelet length. 
With the gorgeous bumblebee color palette, retro design and flattering fit... I couldn't be happier. 

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(Ankle Strap Stilettos c/o DailyLook, Chevron Graphic Embellished Jacket c/o eShakti, Forever 21 skirt)

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