I want to take off the belt and wear it with three strands of pearls or a scatter brooch to my grandma’s three-mimosa brunch.
I want to replace the “leather-like” belt with something of higher quality (you know, something that once had a mom and a dream) and wear it with seamed stockings and a 50’s handbag for a night of flirting with Inappropriate Men at a local rockabilly show.
I want to wake up at noon the next morning and sit in the dark eating greasy tacos and watching that scene in Pride and Prejudice where Colin Firth’s Mr. Darcy jumps into and subsequently comes out of the water over and over again until we faint from sheer Regency-era hotness with it only to regain conciousness three hours later and start the whole thing over again. (woo, is it warm in here?)
I think you get the picture.