There is one show every season that makes
my New England roots appear. It's that side of myself that has multiple pairs of argyle knee highs to wear with her ballet flats. And piles various striped tops under her blazers. The side that meticulously cares for her equestrian-style boots. And pairs her oxfords with almost everything including her gold, sequined miniskirt.
It was that girl who internally squealed with delight while perusing the pictures from the
Milly show.
There was something easier and less rigid about the clothes. A slouchiness that has been all over the runway this week. It gave everything a more adult edge.
It's an element I feel that my wardrobe is sometimes missing.
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