top: Alexander Wang | skirt: T by Alexander Wang | shoes: Steve Madden | earrings: Forever 21
I promise that we here at WWT do wear tops that go past our navels. More often than not, actually! But I couldn't resist featuring another crop top here. Because it's a funnel-necked, cable-knit, racer-back, sleeveless cropped sweater. It makes no sense. And yet, such perfect sense.
What doesn't make such perfect sense to me is how an un-athletic (realtalk) adult woman who never really goes outside except to take blog photos (realtalk2) can consistently still have the skinned knees and scabby legs of her childhood.*
Actually...nevermind. Momentarily forgot that I never outgrew my childhood klutziness. And that it's now been combined with my adulthood affinity for six inch heels. So much stumble stumble time.
*Writing this sentence made me think of "legs of a child". Used like the term "heart of a child". As in, that Fifi has the legs of a child. And now this post is gross.