Pink & plaid – 1

I never, ever wear any shirt. I’ve owned some of course, but I never got to wear them on a daily basis. It’s mostly due to my morphology: no body will ever fit ready-to-wear standards perfectly, and mine is no exception. Every shirt I’ve ever tried was too large in the back and at the shoulders and had a slight gap at the bust: not really up to my taste – in fact, for a long time, I had been telling myself that I wasn’t built to wear shirts, period. Continue reading “Pink & plaid – 1”