So long, in fact, that this pink vintage piece was actually supposed to stay a dress (it was a knee-length number originally).
I got a little aggressive with the hemming and this length would be all sorts of inappropriate if I didn’t wear pants underneath.
So now it’s a pretty rad top with bow-tie sleeves.
My vintage clutch is that perfect size — not so big that it loses its elegance, but big enough to hold my wallet and camera and everything else I cart around with me.
Not to mention the fact that it’s got enough razzle dazzle to last a lifetime.
