For some reason, saying the word "blouse" makes me feel incredibly fancy and vintage-y at the same time. No, this isn't a shirt...it's a
blouse. BAM. I'm all of a sudden imagining some sort of crossover world between 1930s/1940s New York City and the old cathedrals and libraries of the United Kingdom. But blouses can take you other places, too, like the neon streets of Tokyo or the bohemian scene that is Coachella.
Happy Friday!
<3 Frances
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