Turtleneck, Cherokee. Dress, Moth. Leggings, Xhilaration. Boots, Nine West. Necklaces, thrifted and swapped. Hair clip, self-made. Bag, Target.
I’ve read Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (and I’ll go to see the play in May), but this was the first time I’ve watched the movie. I have real empathy for Maggie’s hatred of the “no-neck monsters.”
And, yet, I appear to have no neck myself this morning.
Stacey and Clinton vilify the turtleneck, but I think there’s nothing better when it’s cold out. I may look a monster, but my no-neck is warm.