'Tis the season of denim!
It's back in big way - not that it ever really left... But lately I've been dreaming the kind of denim dreams that 5 years ago was totally taboo.
Like a denim vest. Like a denim shirt. Like a denim jacket.
And the dirtiest of all denim dreams... double denim.
That's right. I said it. I admit it. It's crossed my mind in weaker moments. And to top it off, I've clearly already embraced the high-waist. Oh boy, if teenage Morgan got wind of this, she'd probably punch me out!!! And now I'm thinking about all the denim I've thrown out over the past 10 years: jackets, dresses, vests, skirts... Now I can safely say I will never throw another thing out. Fashionistas rejoice! It all comes around so much quicker these days.
But in all this heady denim lust, let me make one thing clear: I will never do Tencel.
That was a complete brain-freeze the first time around and I will warn you - it's trying to rear it's ugly head... I've seen it!! Hanging on the racks, trying to blend in, trying to get back into your head.
But remember, It'll take a hold of you and confuse you with it's silky illusion of cool.
BEWARE OF TENCEL.