Another fine mess
Oh.
My.
God.
BECKY.
I am DYING here. DYING. A black sequined MESS JACKET??!!!
I..I just don’t know what to say. I mean you have a dream, you work hard and someday you hope, just hope, that something like this would happen…I…I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.
Let’s see it in action; perhaps not exactly the way I’d wear it but you’ve got to give it to Lady Sov props for personal style.


AAAAUUGGGHHHHH!!!! Trying to decide if I have filled my sequin quota for the year… Oh, I could DIE.
“sequin quota” I’m sorry, I understand what the words mean individually but I don’t see how this phrase makes sense.
It sounds like it comes from Jeeves’s nightmares, doesn’t it? Fantastic.
Style Spy, you neeeeeed this.
AAAUGH!!!!! If only my breasts did not ensure that any jacket without a front closure essentially becomes a shrug! That mess jacket makes me instantaneously wish I were a foot taller, ten years older, and four cup sizes smaller.
Depends how it’s cut; from the pic it’s hard to tell if it’s got some heavy dart action going on or not.
I love it; it’s what Liza probably wears instead of a cardigan every damn day of her life.
“sequin quota” I’m sorry, I understand what the words mean individually but I don’t see how this phrase makes sense.
is quite possibly the funniest thing ever written on any of these shoe sites.
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And there are none left.
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