you told me fortunes in american slang.

it all started when, still buzzing on the remnants of playing hide and seek + pleasant autumn afternoons in the park, i walked out the door one morning wearing only a light cotton long sleeved top over a silk maxi dress. it was june and i realised (late! already on the way to uni argh!) that it was cold. during the pre-lecture ritual of skipping through the shops along my way, something furry and soft brushed against my arm. a most beautifully warm looking white-grey fur vest was half-hidden in between bright summer dresses on sale. i tried it on, and yes. yes, it was beautiful. and warm. i dreaded wandering outside without it. but it was the last one. and very expensive. and not in my size. it was with a broken heart that i replaced it on its wooden hanger.
but so began the desperate must-have search for the perfect fur vest…

thank YOU ebay!

xx

sass & bide dress and black rats/ bassike singlet/ vintage fur vest and jewellery/ converse shoes