In such a fantastical place, this would be my lounging wear...
and this would be my nightgown. (Both pieces from Abnit Nijjar's graduate collection.)
I grow tired of the one bedroom apartment. Sure it's cozy, but it's rather cluttered with the accoutrements of our favorite pastimes. Such as a mountain of beautiful clothing, each piece awaiting its time to shine. Funny how I feel like I have nothing to wear to a friend's going away party tomorrow after work. I guess laundry day plus soggy streets limit the wearable wardrobe quite a bit. Although I'm sure I'd be able to visualize a larger variety of outfits with more space. Again, how I long for a bungalow.
