a gifted slip. a dance of joy.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not a huge secret that I've been eying the slips at <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/aslipshop">A Slip Shop</a> for awhile. Which is a totally true statement if you just replace the words "eying" and "awhile" with "ogling & drooling over" and "forever." Seriously, have you checked them out? You'll die. They are So. Awesome. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That being said, you can imagine my sheer and utter delight when my friend <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/aslipshop">Kaity</a> contacted me about doing a product review of a slip. I thought one of two things was happening: (a) I had died and gone to a heaven where everyone wore adorable slips and ate chocolate chip pumpkin bread (that last part has nothing to do with the slips...it's just an integral part of my version of heaven...), OR (b) she had ESP (in which case I have a list of a few minds I'd like her to read...). Either scenario was fine with me, as long as I got to try out one of her slips! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNctBIWqcMTb9k59M1bY__bCmWbv9Utxjf1EXIFId0DGmmGSJDyqjR_3P_DhDNz6qyhSTq03PlsOjpQvqCKFI5bBsp-I9_Les855UsEcMRPHc_SRWAlDMdpPKKLmIhRnBdWaRdmnGU_KxV/s1600/R1britt5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNctBIWqcMTb9k59M1bY__bCmWbv9Utxjf1EXIFId0DGmmGSJDyqjR_3P_DhDNz6qyhSTq03PlsOjpQvqCKFI5bBsp-I9_Les855UsEcMRPHc_SRWAlDMdpPKKLmIhRnBdWaRdmnGU_KxV/s400/R1britt5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Kaity was awesome to work with. You wouldn't believe the customized options available for these puppies. Seriously. I gave her the measurements she needed, asked her opinion on a few things (sooo hard to choose, but she had great advice), talked about style/color/length/fulness options (I went with the black pleated organza in a slight a-line), and viola. Got the package in the mail yesterday. Lightning fast. And lightning awesome.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwqWJGOCvjHPvIAMaCKiqSd_XRyrcOKPecv74eaoPoYOkqF8_o0vBl6BiYyBcxDq6IByIiLU1jvHomoXW4gKu1zgmux2GdbhcGyF2gkkyzertUqx3MJqYhx-PS3GQjBIa6gT1SjJ634P3/s1600/R1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwqWJGOCvjHPvIAMaCKiqSd_XRyrcOKPecv74eaoPoYOkqF8_o0vBl6BiYyBcxDq6IByIiLU1jvHomoXW4gKu1zgmux2GdbhcGyF2gkkyzertUqx3MJqYhx-PS3GQjBIa6gT1SjJ634P3/s400/R1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">shoes: head over heels. slip: a slip shop. skirt: thrifted. v-neck tee: gap. cardigan: j.crew. belt: kohl's (came with other skirt). necklace: don't recall. hairthing: f21. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWc3O8IWIXPTekm3ooWmNqc61FSAGo-2G4EaX5Cn4ExxxoNTKTjgzOKD-UAMF7NK6YfcPcZRHlUMtPk3qtTw8iAPxdlRMzsAGs821GptJ9FdUdXaBJXO7NJuQ9xBaOc9ox68ybo5r7FVjc/s1600/R1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWc3O8IWIXPTekm3ooWmNqc61FSAGo-2G4EaX5Cn4ExxxoNTKTjgzOKD-UAMF7NK6YfcPcZRHlUMtPk3qtTw8iAPxdlRMzsAGs821GptJ9FdUdXaBJXO7NJuQ9xBaOc9ox68ybo5r7FVjc/s400/R1britt4.jpg" width="347" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWK7ySSDVW3RwAD5LJTzQM8OcOXQ56_FxxFkhau5e2oqrtDQcfI-f4bqH8vmVLJS6qHN4g8um10rm10zS_Oxt63RDI7fA06qR4Au0gCOokFptyWX0wZyWsyQC-TYtzPuT4t8FHULoOr5X/s1600/R1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWK7ySSDVW3RwAD5LJTzQM8OcOXQ56_FxxFkhau5e2oqrtDQcfI-f4bqH8vmVLJS6qHN4g8um10rm10zS_Oxt63RDI7fA06qR4Au0gCOokFptyWX0wZyWsyQC-TYtzPuT4t8FHULoOr5X/s400/R1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">[Editor's note: As for the rest of today's somewhat funky ensemble, feel free to take it or leave it. Me? I think it's great. I woke up feeling extremely lighthearted, so these clothes just kind of flung themselves onto my body in a free-spirited frenzy of...ah...free spirits. But the slip, my friends, don't mess with the slip. That is perfection.]</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Not to beat a dead horse, but I can't even tell you how much I love this slip. And I'm not saying that because Kaity's my friend and I know she'll be reading this. (Hi Kaity!) It. Is. Fabulous! Such a feminine detail, it adds so much to a skirt-look. Annnnd I have some skirts that are borderline too shorty-short, so a chic skirt-lengthener is perfect. I have a zillion other ensemble ideas that I can't wait to bust out with this little number. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">One thing I'd recommend for anyone who orders one is to go longer than you might think. On mine, Kaity recommended I go an inch longer than I thought I'd need, thank goodness, because if it were any shorter than what it is, my legs would hit the organza (as opposed to the slippery slip part) while walking, and the slip would probably ride up. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So, in summary: I adore this slip. I can't wait to buy some of the other ones Kaity & I talked about, too. Wearing it makes me want to do the charleston as a dance of joy. 'Cept I don't really know how to do the charleston. But even that fairly significant detail didn't stop me from attempting it anyway and posting pics for your viewing entertainment. I am just that joyful.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Thvq44t-p3txphncK7yvA69UtPZeKzWv21za8CWHUhAyP-m8WsRJ00iUo880W2CwwqSYgpJngJhmRplrxRcB_yBABqo9v7tBq1hRdgoJWZkxe10wHHy68-W1wjxQGF2eRvh6y_OuqFJQ/s1600/R1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Thvq44t-p3txphncK7yvA69UtPZeKzWv21za8CWHUhAyP-m8WsRJ00iUo880W2CwwqSYgpJngJhmRplrxRcB_yBABqo9v7tBq1hRdgoJWZkxe10wHHy68-W1wjxQGF2eRvh6y_OuqFJQ/s400/R1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Go check out <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/aslipshop">A Slip Shop</a>, you guys. I'm not kidding. You'll want everything. PLUS, if you got one, it would make my dance moves make sense. So.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Wednesday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/aslipshop"><span style="font-size: x-small;">slip</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">   </span><a href="http://www.beso.com/womens-skirts/true-taste-skirt/2304196250/detail?af_assettype_id=4&af_creative_id=5&af_id=44772&af_placement_id=1&rf=af1" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">pencil skirt</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="1" src="https://adserve.shopzilla.com/img/publisherID-44772/assetID-5/placementID-1/url-http:%2F%2Fwww.beso.com%2Fwomens-skirts%2Ftrue-taste-skirt%2F2304196250%2Fdetail" width="1" />   </img></span><a href="http://www.beso.com/j-crew/womens-cardigans/jcrew-infinity-cardigan/2034824834/detail?af_assettype_id=4&af_creative_id=5&af_id=44772&af_placement_id=1&rf=af1" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">cardigan</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="1" src="https://adserve.shopzilla.com/img/publisherID-44772/assetID-5/placementID-1/url-http:%2F%2Fwww.beso.com%2Fj-crew%2Fwomens-cardigans%2Fjcrew-infinity-cardigan%2F2034824834%2Fdetail" width="1" />   </img></span><a href="http://www.beso.com/womens-socks-hosiery/uo-sheer-floral-tights/2328269073/detail?af_assettype_id=4&af_creative_id=5&af_id=44772&af_placement_id=1&rf=af1" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">black patterned tights</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="1" src="https://adserve.shopzilla.com/img/publisherID-44772/assetID-5/placementID-1/url-http:%2F%2Fwww.beso.com%2Fwomens-socks-hosiery%2Fuo-sheer-floral-tights%2F2328269073%2Fdetail" width="1" /></img></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background: white; border-bottom: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-left: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-right: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-top: #bfbfbf 1px solid; display: block; position: relative; width: 430px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="150" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=2557925&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0" width="430"></iframe><br /><div style="bottom: 2px; height: 18px; left: 0px; line-height: 12px; position: absolute; width: 100%;"><div style="left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: absolute;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/J.Crew#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #606060; font: 11px verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">More J.Crew...</a></div><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 3px; position: absolute; right: 0px;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></img></a></div></div></div></div>

a gifted slip. a dance of joy.

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2L6ZMGRFX8prZWREt9Du2Jvs3pd56bD4NhjRiIaAQHa6DxVSSLJGU7RoFzd4ThO138Lsnx-Lw8ET4_i91I5fxw5Hdq5ln8-ar6wQSHrgp9BoICafAJAqDUv-v-bz-hgLWlcsQeoA1uhpp/s1600/B1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2L6ZMGRFX8prZWREt9Du2Jvs3pd56bD4NhjRiIaAQHa6DxVSSLJGU7RoFzd4ThO138Lsnx-Lw8ET4_i91I5fxw5Hdq5ln8-ar6wQSHrgp9BoICafAJAqDUv-v-bz-hgLWlcsQeoA1uhpp/s400/B1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Shoes: Head over Heels. Tights & belt: F21. Dress: Downeast Outfitters. Black cami: Motherhood Maternity (calm down, people, I'm not pregnant...it's just a super versatile tank that I wear lots.)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcv5s851u8v4vqs6jJpFVRpd66OMCO7dADyrkTiPXfiDMw4L2GCo53KYEadsfTuQ8MkORLEYPlWXZSYGlcPFaz7-EdG5jIe8cvd5g3EdEUloEOxld1jQ0fRbmoMdTB-UZ1GjMP21CoIIlp/s1600/B1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcv5s851u8v4vqs6jJpFVRpd66OMCO7dADyrkTiPXfiDMw4L2GCo53KYEadsfTuQ8MkORLEYPlWXZSYGlcPFaz7-EdG5jIe8cvd5g3EdEUloEOxld1jQ0fRbmoMdTB-UZ1GjMP21CoIIlp/s400/B1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This outfit is called: "I have 15 minutes to get ready for church but even that's pushing it because there are a million things that have to happen this morning so actually 10 minutes would be better." Lots going on in life, not a lot going on in this outfit. 'Cept for some houndstooth tights. And a wide black braided belt. With a red drop-waisted faux-wrap knit dress. Not terribly flattering for my squarish shape, in my opinion, but suuuuuuuuper comfortable. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Worth the tradeoff? Absolutely.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you, knitwear industry, for making a one-piece garment that's so versatile, slash, functional that I can put it on in under 1 minute, wipe my kids' noses, appropriately attend church, and carefree-ish-ly make breadsticks regardless of if [Editor's note: She really means "when."] I get flour everywhere. I love me some functionality.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Sunday!</div><br /><div style="position:relative; border:1px solid #bfbfbf; background:white; width:424px;display:block;"><iframe name="shopstyle_search" width="424" height="244" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&fts=womens%20drop%20waist%20knee%20dress&cat=womens-clothes&width=3&height=1&border=0&footer=0"></iframe><div style="position:absolute; left:0; bottom:2px; height:18px; line-height:12px; width:100%;"><div style="position:absolute; left:0; padding:2px 0 0 6px"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse?fts=womens%20drop%20waist%20knee%20dress#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="font:11px verdana,sans-serif;text-decoration:underline;border:0;background-color:transparent;color:#606060">womens drop waist knee dress</a></div><div style="position:absolute; right:0; padding:3px 4px 3px 0"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border:0"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered.png" style="border:0;margin:0;padding:0"></img></a></div></div></div>

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I can't be sure, but I *think* I deserve an award.

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLrCezr7WtB9UgjZwYk319_Ess4iQHuZUMqNeF-yNiaqDNLgtAMLdO3X9V7et87-bewkaKjty-tdYKaOU_g189byaTAv7rs6LhU0JbkbOo_CMGewEhx3O30LQfY06Ve_-KXaThO4g2Ab8/s1600/V1britt1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551712728459153490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLrCezr7WtB9UgjZwYk319_Ess4iQHuZUMqNeF-yNiaqDNLgtAMLdO3X9V7et87-bewkaKjty-tdYKaOU_g189byaTAv7rs6LhU0JbkbOo_CMGewEhx3O30LQfY06Ve_-KXaThO4g2Ab8/s400/V1britt1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpcy1wPfly2t1f4n-5oXVfn_dV205TLuvOTzQR4McqcO1hxsQ3FAA606bIwllox44FwY2NnJmlheWeuap859uVNu4W3O9yzPsamYqwaAN-sx5Zvsh5sSlFJXEV-p462RoVKimIKIlmzC1/s1600/V1britt3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551712619258373922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpcy1wPfly2t1f4n-5oXVfn_dV205TLuvOTzQR4McqcO1hxsQ3FAA606bIwllox44FwY2NnJmlheWeuap859uVNu4W3O9yzPsamYqwaAN-sx5Zvsh5sSlFJXEV-p462RoVKimIKIlmzC1/s400/V1britt3.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlwoSg8WBjtOb71sJwYVT6lhrj7vKWvUsRcErpVMgo27McAv7WqQ231mp6Vl2ccjg38SoeD09Ti-CPRHvnmOJLvlws1jupMC-Fz9gBuM4N11AQOC4zwxhcwtoyNj5yb2hu20_iNnKaEBm/s1600/V1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551712464079849138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlwoSg8WBjtOb71sJwYVT6lhrj7vKWvUsRcErpVMgo27McAv7WqQ231mp6Vl2ccjg38SoeD09Ti-CPRHvnmOJLvlws1jupMC-Fz9gBuM4N11AQOC4zwxhcwtoyNj5yb2hu20_iNnKaEBm/s400/V1britt2.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> <div align="center">So, I have a sis-in-law who won't touch raw meat. Sure, she'll eat it (well, not RAW meat. Just, you know, meat. Prepared & cooked). She'll even cook it. But for some reason (e.g., it's gross?), she can't bring herself to touch it. Like to put it into little bags to freeze it or whatever--nope. That job's left up to her husband.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I have GOT to get me an arrangement like that. 'Cept it's too late for me. Paul knows better. Drat.<br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Anyways. Picture yourselves this: Me. Last night. Hastily trying to prepare dinner, which involved cooking a whole roasting chicken. Although I'm not necessarily a girly-girl per se, I'll be the first to admit I'm a *wee* bit squeamish about the "whole bird" thing. I kind of have to distract my brain for a few while I clean and prepare it. Like when you have to lift the wings to rub butter on the skin underneath? Yeah, I could do without that.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well, EEEEEEEEASY on last night's whole chicken cooking endeavor topping the National Chart o' Grossness. [Editor's note: Because there is such a thing. On display in DC, I think, right next to the Declaration of Independence. Huh. I'm surprised you haven't heard of it.] Not only were there weird organs inside the chicken (which, I know there are always, like, the liver and some other organ in there, but these lumps were weird colors and shapes. And there were about 14 of them. ??), but there were also still FEATHERS. ON. THE. BIRD.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Honestly. I'll buy a whole chicken. I'll wash it and prepare it. I'll cook it up all delicious-like and enjoy the savory meat at dinner with my family. But I will not -- I repeat NOT -- happily pluck my own food. Eight feathers, there were, still attached to the bird. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">If you grew up on a farm and are rolling your eyes at me, fine. Go ahead. And good for you that you wrang (??) your first chicken's neck at age 3. But I didn't. And, although I'm grateful to those who perform such duties on my behalf, I have no desire to witness such a close-to-life display of the food I eat.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But I swallowed my disgust, closed my eyes (almost), and plucked. And plucked. And plucked again. Eight times. Then I covered the dang thing with foil and threw it into the oven because I was starting to get heebie-jeebie goosebumps. And, when I tried to make dinnertime conversation about my award-deserving-self, my husband politely stopped me at the first mention of "whole chicken" and gestured to his food, as if to say, "I'm eating here, hon..."</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Exactly. Gross.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, to wrap things up: My overall goal today was to wear clothes that LEAST closely resembled a chicken. For obv reasons. My only requirement was a skirt for tonight's activities, but it's been super cold lately and tights alone just weren't going to cut it. So I added leg warmers. Mmmmm...cozy. And my very favorite zigzag scarf was calling out to me from the depths of my closet, feeling a wee bit neglected no doubt, since I haven't worn it for more than a week. I chose a kind of in-the-background brown cami and greenish cardigan to go with it. 'Cept the cardigan is striped, and with the zigzag it might be a little busy. (Opinions?)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The cardigan is a few sizes too big [Editor's note: Thereby making it just the right size. I love an oversized cardigan in the winter.], so I belted it. And belted the scarf for good measure. It just wanted to be close to me I think. Poor abandoned accessory. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Friday.</div></div></div>

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