Well, wedding, technically. That’s where I wore this the night after flying home from Istanbul.
Has a bit of a 1950’s housewife feel to it.
Like I should tie on an apron and serve fresh-baked cookies.
The print is bold enough to make my power ring seem understated.
I bought in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. It’s supposed to say something that offers me protection.
All I know is it’s a lot of fun to wear while typing. And baking.
