I’m lucky enough to have inherited my hoarding gene from my mother. Through the years, despite my father’s intolerence for clutter, she has managed to retain several items of clothing from my childhood – a veritable treasure chest, I tell you! One of the few garments I’m still able to fit into was this blouse, one I distinctly remember wearing aged 5-6 and hating passionately due to its annoying puffy sleeves and frilly bib, the characteristics for which I now love it. Obviously, meant for a child, it’s also ultra short thus fulfilling my cropped fetish. It pretty much asked to be paired with this old dungaree dress, so easy.
Dress: H&M a long time ago