|vintage top and skirt - thrifted // vintage coat - Mercy Now // shoes - ASOS|
My final semester is now in full-swing, freelance work is starting to pile up, and my bones feel like chalk after attending my first Zumba class in months. Things couldn't be better—save for the fact that pits stains are so much more apparent when you wear silk. Listen. The Hadron Collider is a noble pursuit, but if scientists can genetically engineer watermelons that have no seeds then perhaps some textile wizard can produce a nice raw silk shell top that doesn't announce your nervousness with dark, wet patches that rival Yeats' widening gyre. This is particularly a concern when I am out in the field, as it were. Speaking of which, I'm off to attend a lecture on the life and work of Mike Kelley... farewell, my fellow Sweaty Bettys.