There’s something unquestionably magical about lace when it’s done right. I’m not talking about the kind reserved for your grandmother’s curtains, or the kind reserved for the deepest, darkest corners of the lingerie department, but the delicate, feminine, timeless kind. The Sunday morning, light streaming through the open windows, crumpled white bedsheets, boyfriend sweater and that little lace bralette kind. Wow. Maybe I should have written today’s descriptive essay on lace bralettes? The fashion world seems to be pretty on point with their lace game (not at either end of that slightly scarring scale) and this crop top is no exception. After wearing it out on Friday night and being asked if it was Lover (aka the high-end lace experts) I’ve fallen in love…r. But thankfully it’s Missguided and even we peasants can afford it.
Referring to my essay anecdote earlier, today was one of the two days of hell us Queensland students have to sit through. The Queensland Core Skills test, according to teachers, determines a large chunk of your future. It’s safe to say we’ve all been under a lot of stress so my heart goes out to all QCS sitters and Year 12 students right now. One. More. Day. I’m going to prevent a ramble, have a shower and get some serious REM. So much love xo