blouse

In it, my grandmother wears a crisp white blouse, collar popped up, tucked into a matching full skirt.

Under her blouse she wore a ballistic vest.

Following “the Sydney Cherkov way,” she wears a lilac blouse that telegraphs meek, demure energy.

Kitten heels and full skirts, capri pants and tailored menswear, blouses with crisp collars and one-piece bathing suits feel less like “now” and more like “back then.”

I love zebras, so you can tell I have the coat, the boots with the fringe, all with the black skirt and the blouse.