17 August 2006
I love peasant-style embroidered blouses so much I'd like to make up a song about them. and then I will sing it and sing it and sing it until everyone in the house (including ezra) begs me to stop.
flimsy numbers with bright embroidered flowers like delicious little pieces of candy, they are like mexico next to your skin. they are unsent postcards, turquoise waters, flushed cheeks. I snatch them up at the thrift store even if they are too small, even if they have stains and have the uncontrollable urge to mouth out the word bow-hee-mee-en when I wear them. bohemian-tinged blood runs through my veins, yo. they feel good on me, they feel right. that being said, I only wear them occasionally. I pull them out of my closet when the time is right. sometimes I hang them up around the bedroom to remind me of things that are good.
by free people
by paul&joe for target
I have been drawn to these blouses for as long as I can remember and would like to own one for every day of the year. right now, I've got seven days covered.
more thursday love here.