I found my standalone top. Or, shall we say, a standalone top. Now that I’ve found one I realize I may need a few more. So useful for a life lived in jeans, when no jacket is required but one has too much midlife stomach to set free upon an unsuspecting world.
What’s more, it’s sourced, as Faux Fuchsia might say, from a local boutique. Not my midlife stomach, mind you, I found that on the highway of life. Or it found me. We don’t know. The top I sourced here.
I had been brought to M AC by Googling Dries van Noten+San Francisco. A big sale was underway. However, admirable though the Drieses Pieces were, none looked good on me.
The blouse I did buy is made by a local designer, of a toothsome cotton/silk blend. The sailor silhouette was just visible enough for whimsy, but not so pronounced as to suggest Pierrot. I am not looking to remind anyone of a sad clown.
You can see the weave and pattern close-up. It’s subtler than you might expect, given all those rather large circles. You can’t see the round, brown, semi-translucent plastic buttons, but they are there, and convey the requisite mid-century edge.
because sometimes standalone tops don’t have to. It was a fun surprise, putting these two together. The best purchases sometimes show their stuff for real once you get them home.