When the morning comes.

Terribly hungover. Indeed, still. Tucked and buttoned and folded my mothers old shirt slash blouse into a skirt, which I quite like.

Oh mornings.

Vest: Local charity store
Lace: Grandmother's
Top: Gift
Old binoculars bag: Thrifted
Shirt as skirt: Mother's
Tights: Gift from the boy (American Apparel)
Sunglasses: Paddys markets