My closet has an affection…
…for clothing with animals.
It does not matter what kind of animal, in the end, and it does not matter what kind of clothing. When the two come together, I completely lose my mind.
Take this blouse, with the galloping horses, and the tiny jockeys. Not only would it be fabulous and bizarre to wear it to a horse race, it would be equally fabulous and bizarre to wear it to a late matinée and then to dinner at an ice cream parlor.
While a sensible, mammal-free blouse could accompany you on almost any adventure without raising an eyebrow, clothing with animals can only be overly relevant, or overly irrelevant. It is perfectly appropriate zero percent of the time. That is fabulous. If you don’t believe me, invite that horse race into your closet and see for yourself.
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Updated to add:
Also, holy crap. My closet wants these too.
Hush up, closet. I have a paycheck, a right foot and a left foot which all three are completely incorrectly sized for your whims today.