Say Ahoy!

... to the sailor shirt that got away.

On the way out with Poop for drinks, we stopped by the boutique next to our usual watering hole which sells out-of-season designer wear. The presence of sailor shirts was extraordinarily apparent. There was one by Marni - dark green-brown with three big navy buttons down the front. Lovely, but not as crazy-beautiful as this one by 3.1 Phillip Lim. The pictures don't do it justice. 100% silk and organza with completely insane transparent pouf-ey sleeves. The top yoke was a series of perfect, over-sized pin-tucks:


Here, this picture shows it better.


Just in case you don't get the obsession, here's a third, in exquisite black where you can see the back. This one is the dress version, but imagine it cut off at the waist and you have Is it or is it not the ultimate sailor shirt - to be worn only on the most special occasions, or just for yourself when you want to feel very beautiful.


How sinfully I covet this garment. At 30 percent off the off-season price, I could just afford it, and I would have done it too, if only they had had one above a size zero. If I had a flat chest it might have worked. I would not mind having no breasts, just to wear this shirt. You really had to put it on to understand. Ah, t'was not to be...