I don't know what I like the best; my new white skirt, my thrifted blazer or the fact that when I put them together, I look like a 90's stewardess... in the best way possible.
I've been wanting a white pencil skirt for a while now, as can be evidenced by multiple pins on this Pinterest board... The problem with white skirts is that they are white. And 59% of potential white skirt candidates are unsuitable right off the hanger because they are transparent. My favourite is when manufacturers line a light weight white skirt with a kleenex and expect it not to be see through anymore... Alrighty then.
When Jacob sent me this skirt, I prepared myself to be disappointed. But I wasn't. Because the lining and the material itself were both sufficient and that perfectly inserted zip slit was the icing on the cake.
And the blazer? I know... another blazer. I assure you it was an accident. When I had Merl over a few weekends ago, I figured the least I could do was show her my familiar stomping grounds of Talize. But we were both not in the mood to thrift (it does happen very occasionally...) and so we lazily strolled the aisles for 10 minutes without serious effort. In the dress section I found this blazer, with a matching dress no less... I showed it to Merl, she told me to try it on, I gave her a feeble refusal; something about being too lazy, and then she got firm and insisted me try it on. And I did. And I loved it. And I took it home to find its place among my other blazers. Battling against the blazer takeover in my closet is useless at this point...