I think I say this every time I wear this shirt (please bare with me, I am getting senile in my old age) but I have a strange relationship with the color pink. To be blunt, I hated it for the longest time. Too girly for my taste, I used to say. I remember once upon a time someone told me one should pink when one feels decadent, and I loved the idea. Then I became a blonde and pink did not seem like such a bad idea after all. Brainwashed, right? Either way, after the miserable rainy Sunday I've been through, I felt like cheering myself up by wearing lots of colors today, but without looking like a Christmas tree, so I pulled this shirt from the back of the closet. Remains to be seen if the desired effect was obtained. You tell me.
shirt, bag: Nowisyle