fresh as snow

I stopped by a local thrift store today to exchange some things, and this lovely lacey blouse called my name from the rack.

It's rare for me to find pretty vintage shirts that actually fit, and I would like to take a moment to personally thank my former pilates teacher for whipping my abs into shape. If it weren't for her and her slightly psychotic "N'arrĂȘtez pas!" demeanor , I don't think I would have squeezed into the tiny waist on this thing. If my ribs change shape anytime soon, I'm doomed.

Pretty, ain't it?

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