Indian Jaquards are here to stay. They've made slight appearance the past few seasons but walking through Le Bon Marche today I realized that they were everywhere. Since my mother is pretty much a hippy was too young to ever really be one, she's been sporting these native American inspired gems for as long as I can remember. Once again, here I am, wishing I could raid her closet.
What we want aren't the light, mainstream cotton jaquards but the real scratchy, heavy, smell-like-a-wet-dog-in-the-rain ones, and those, my friend, were not to be found.
Let the hunt begin.
Side note: everyone is also wearing these crepe wedges which are great because they feel like slippers but in essence this is no news at all.
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