Being of the curvier variety, strapless tops are usually on my "don't" list--label me loony but nothing frightens me more than the possibility of spilling out of my top. Oh, lord! But this little Anthro cutie is fitted to perfection-allowing even the semi-endowed among us to finally experience the sweetness of the sweetheart neckline. I threw on a cropped black cardi to keep things office appropriate, but whipped that baby off as soon as it was quitting time. Today's strapless pull-up count? Zero.
Where I once gawked at Anthro's pricetags, I'm slowly becoming a believer in picking up nostalgic investment items from the cramped markdown rack. Items that make me feel a smidge flirtier, flouncier and oodles classier. There is simply something to be said for the quality and sweet ingenuity of the designs.
And the fitting rooms? Hellllooo, flattering lighting...Am I the only one who feels like a trillion bucks post-Antho-fitting-room?
P.S. Thanks so much for all your sweet wishes on my upcoming Irish adventure! I'll be certain to load this place up with photos upon my return. :)