I snagged these two vintage kimonos recently and I have to say it was pretty difficult to list them in my shop. But if it were up to me I’d have 58 kimonos in my closet and a girls gotta draw the line somewhere.
So lucky you, this golden treasure is up for sale here. This is what I’m gonna call a Power Cloak – because really, who can tell you shit while you’re cloaked in gold silk??
This kimono is breaking my heart. I don’t need a boyfriend, I don’t need friends – this kimono listens to my problems and reassures me that I truly am That Bitch. It will be for sale in my shop for as long as I can find the discipline to go without this Power Cloak.
If you make the amazingly wise decision (I’m not biased) to grab these from my shop before I grab them for myself, let me know what incredible accomplishments your new Power Cloak™ has helped you achieve. I don’t know about yall, but no piece of clothing makes me feel more like a mysterious heiress than a dramatic silk kimono. What’s your go-to power clothing item? Divulge your fashion-psychology in the comments or on social media here and here!
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