Fascinated by the prose poems of a regional writer you admire, you search through the stacks for their earlier work on a romantically rainy night. Oh - a crash of thunder! The search alone is poetic, as is your outfit. You sit hidden between bookshelves, wearing this sheer vanilla top over a periwinkle cami with bloomer shorts, opaque tights, and camel winklepickers, which happen to match the rustic colors of the leather-bound books y... More
Fascinated by the prose poems of a regional writer you admire, you search through the stacks for their earlier work on a romantically rainy night. Oh - a crash of thunder! The search alone is poetic, as is your outfit. You sit hidden between bookshelves, wearing this sheer vanilla top over a periwinkle cami with bloomer shorts, opaque tights, and camel winklepickers, which happen to match the rustic colors of the leather-bound books you've been skimming through. After whispering a stanza aloud, it takes your breath away. You touch the functional pearl buttons of your top's bibbed front when reaching for your heart in awe. Moved, you melt further into the page.