Sheer material scares me. Fact. I do have a few sheer pieces though, which I admittedly am rather fond of... one of which being a stripy sheer crop top (which was my mother's when she was 18). I thought I'd wear it as it does go well (length wise!) with my new Preen skirt which I bought from Topshop. There was only one left with no tag on and it looked horrifically tiny so I assumed it was a size six. Found a shop assistant who said it was the last one (I think I shed a tiny tear) but then looked for a label and huzzah, it was a size ten. If that is not victorious then I really don't know what is...




Anywho. Charles Anastase likes contradictons so it seems. And laying. Contradictory layering.


Delicate pretty dresses are teamed with leather biker jackets and what are frilly, dainty skirts are now sheer and worn over suspenders. My own personal view? Charles needs to go out on the lash for a classy weekend in Blackpool, where the art of coupling frilly skirts and exposed underwear has already been mastered in its true entirely, complete with alcoholic beverage in hand.

I mean, I do kinda like this stuff. I already have a love for suspenders (good lord hope my mother doesn't see this) - which remain under my clothes - but I feel like there is only so much sheer I can take, because you can hardly wear a sheer top with nothing underneath. But saying that I do quite like the sheer skirts and the sheer jacket - very versatile, suprisingly tailored and could pretty much be worn with anything as an extra layer. Which is rather invaluable considering I have hot, sexy blood circulation problems and therefore remain cold most of the time... It's the jacket, that is the best piece. The jacket is calling my name.

Plus I also cannot help but laugh at the models' glasses, as visions of my father doing his PhD in 1989 come to mind. Late 80s/early 90s geek chic is totally making a comeback and I'm enjoying it (bar acid wash jeans, that shit needs to stay in the past).

Anyway, I must digress onto more important matters. Mission to find my Melissa shoes is still underway. Some cheeky gits are selling them online for a profit, gosh where the morals these days. But I will not be stopped. Give me one week.



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