Originally purchased towards the fabrication of a pair of pleated shorts, that plan was aborted once I mocked-up the fabric onto myself: folding it like shorts, and looking in the mirror. The fabric was not only very colorful, it was also iridescent; I could not bear to wear it as a pair of shorts lest I elicit stares for all the wrong reasons.I thought it best to turn the fabric into a shirt, and while in the shower I thought of paring it down with touches of black, especially up top, as I have a problem with having so much saturated color next to my face. I quickly drew up this [substandard] sketch with my hair still dripping wet, fearful that the idea of the shirt would escape me:
The shirt will have a black collar, black short sleeves, a black yoke that extends to the front (halfway through the height of the armhole), and two small black patch pockets to echo all the black happening above. The white part is where all the plaid silk goes. Here's hoping the shirt doesn't come out looking like a joke. If you don't hear about this ever again, you'll know what happened.Side note, here's my sister and I debuting our new sneakers, courtesy of Theodore's Huge Shoe Price Cut. Now that was one honest-to-goodness sale, Manila should definitely have more sales of that kind.
silver mid-top Common Projects on her (so jealous) and black patent Swear Grants on me