This whole look is composed of pieces in the “must-donate-but-can’t-quite-let-go” bag. (Minus the shoes).
The jacket (now I know they’re not called jackets when they don’t have sleeves but what are they called?) bought simply because it was on sale and I thought I’d wear it all the time. Which I haven’t; I’ve worn it a whole zero times. I believe it was designed solely to conceal my breasts in a box-like fashion. When the buttons are done up even my mobility is restricted – I mean I can barely raise my arms – it’s the stiff fabric. Now this was the deal breaker; can’t dance in it; it’s got to go.
*I do feel a tattoo on my upper left arm would really complete this look; some kind of abstract Chinese writing.