Lace is a different story. It's so risky. I generally find pieces that have a bit of lace on the back or the front of the shirt -- girly but nothing too racy. On one fateful Saturday, however, I was feeling rather daring and decided to purchase a pair of lace stockings for my night out. Despite the fact that my original outfit walked a thin line between paying to get into a club versus getting paid to go into a hotel room (Imagine a long shirt just past the butt, thigh highs and a messy black smokey eye), I was adamant about wearing the stockings out. My friends were forced to raid the closet with me for the next hour so that I could have an outfit fit for public. It was a rocky start, but now I got the hang of them! They walk a thin line, but the fun is in trying to dress them up so that they look just right.
The pictures look a bit off because I took them after I got home from going out. I decided to keep a reminder of how to actually wear them
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