|Thrifted vintage Diane Von Furstenberg blouse; Citizens of Humanity jeans (eBay); thrifted python clutch; Nine West high-heeled loafers; Forever 21 bracelets|
White clothes are sleek. White clothes are elegant. White clothes are light. White clothes scare the crap out of me. On the few occasions I wear white, I am reduced to a quivering anxious mess, convinced I will spill something aggressive and highly pigmented on myself. Such as red wine. Never mind the fact that I rarely drink red wine, and when I do it is strictly for medicinal purposes only, stop looking at me like that.
When I came across this blouse at a tiny Goodwill for $4, I knew it was time for me to get over my fear of white clothes. This was a sign from the gods. This was my chance to confidently strut through the day, head held high, secure in the fact that I am a grown-up and not a toddler who careens around with grape juice stains dotting her romper. Mostly because I despise rompers.
In any case, I managed to make it through the day without a single stain on my new blouse, despite close encounters with coffee, marinara sauce, and the unidentifiable ickiness my children graciously carried home from school. Victory is sweet.
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