Vintage t-shirt (similar here and here) | Op-shopped skirt (similar here) | Vintage belt (similar here) | Op-shopped heels (similar here) | Lime Crime Poisonberry Lipstick
Today I realised that my bedroom is nothing more than a giant walk in wardrobe with a bed in the middle. Aside from the fact I have many, many personal belongings (most of which fall into the clothing, shoes, bags or accessories categories), I also have a burning desire to have everything I own out on display on racks and shelves and hooks. And by everything, I really mean everything. I even have all of the old pairs of pointe shoes I snapped the shanks on over the years hanging from my curtain rod as a sick reminder of how much I love ballet.
In the process of unpacking everything I own from the suitcases I had hidden under my bed, I rediscovered this oldie-but-goody of a tee. It has to be at least 25 years young, but it doesn't look a day over 1. It would have seen well over 100 washes, and it is still holding together like a pro. My dad used to wear this when he was a DJ at a disco that was run by himself and a mate. Yes, my dad was that cool. Yes, my dad wore really tight t-shirts. Yes, my dad is ridiculously proud whenever he sees me wear his tee.