apricot’s closet: fishnets.

shirt, from American Apparel; vest & fishnets, from Target; shorts, from Ross; red shoes, from thrift store; jewelry is miscellaneous.

My new favorite thing in the whole world — other than my smile inducing husband — are these fishnets. To say that I adore them would be an understatement; I simply lust after them, even more so now that I have them.

I found them sporadically at Target, after longing to have my very own pair for months & months. I gasped when I saw them hanging on a rack & I suddenly didn’t care that I hadn’t gone to Target for my own personal gain (the trip was only for moving necessities, & to that I say: boring!) & bought them anyway. & I knew exactly what I was going to wear them with: shorts, of course! & any kind.

I don’t know what it is about fishnets that appeal to me. Maybe it’s the seemingly skankiness of them; maybe it’s because I’ve always been fond of actual fishing nets. I don’t know. But what I DO know is that my inner bad-ass & sex kitten alter-ego (who doesn’t have a name at the moment) comes out boldly when I prance around in these tasteless little things. I just love them.

I only hope that it doesn’t make me look like a hooker.

This was the last outfit worn in our old apartment. I hardly miss it at all. & thank goodness for having internet back in our own dwelling place. I was beginning to feel completely cut off from the world.