In my usual practised shopping route, I always tend to include Topshop. I ignore the hot stuffy changing rooms and hoards of posh students in their fur coats, because I know that every now and again I manage to find something lovely. Something that wouldn't look outta place in a woman's wardrobe circa 1949.
Just lately I have been craving Chinese prints, fantasising over floaty fabrics and fancying floor length skirts. In the corner of the maternity section(!!) I found this lone blouse in my size. And that was it. I got it home and styled it to satisfy my cravings. Top marks, Topshop.
The sleeves are lovely and billowy. If that's a word? Perfect for dancing anyhow.
Love as always, Lucille x.