Missoni's resplendent perfume is the only article I'll ever have the honor of donning. One can dream, can't one? And fake it as well. I don't recall, when purchased several years past, the cleavage exposing neckline being quite so
vast. Though gently laundered, I've yet another that seems to be suffering this extreme southbound propensity.
Enchanting opera length, sacred heart locket by Susan Skinner with wee beguiling charms. Hey! I look rather orthodox today as well. Contrition for the very arresting (jail) raspberry chaos.
Wheeeeeee!