Breath in (mmmmfff) (Maybe I'm a bit congested?). Breath out (ahhhhh). That is sound of one who is NOT wearing a belt. Maybe it's because I don't have much torso to work with, but the whole belting phenomenon has me in an oxygen deficient state most of the time. I'm grateful for other waist-defining methods that allows my ribcage room to expand as it should.
I have this little jacket in both light khaki and the muted blue color you see here. I bought them forever ago (probably 5+ years) at Target on clearance and the cost-per-wear is so low now I think I owe Target a few bucks. It's such a smart design. Think of it as a structured alternative to a cardigan. The tab-button closure hits at exactly the right place and draws the eye in the same way a belt would. Whoa. I just went all Stacey London on you, didn't I? Well, there are worse things, I suppose...
Simultaneous figure-flattery and breathabilty? Sold.
Jacket: TargetDress: Target.com
P.S. As of yesterday, Spoils of Wear is on Facebook. So I'm feeling very exposed and vulnerable and like I want to run away and hide. Then I remember that there is no running from the Internet (or the future), so I better just get used to it. Please 'Like' me before I develop a social media complex, k?
P.P.S. I'm now quite obsessed with Instagram, though I'm not entirely familiar with it yet. Spoilsofwear is the name. We can be friends there too.