something about this one felt different.

It started as a practical thing. Something warm for the in-between hours, the ones before the house fully wakes up.

still thinking about this one. The butterflies on it feel accidental, like something that landed there and stayed.

Pink and cake and something that should be childish but isn't, quite. It sits on the edge of ironic and sincere and I don't know which side I'm on.

Worn it twice now. Both times felt like a small decision about softness.

Fruit slices on dark. It reads as strange in a way that works - loud print, quiet intention. The kind of thing you put on and immediately stop trying.

The pockets are real. That's either nothing or everything.

Wide leg, no sleeves, lapel collar. On paper it sounds considered. In reality it's the thing I put on when I want to feel pulled together without the effort of actually being pulled together.

Solid. Clean. done.