Showing posts with label Sheer Clothes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sheer Clothes. Show all posts

Friday, 26 July 2013

For the Sheer Heck of it


I'm not entirely sure who Harley Viera Newton is but I know she always looks fabulous. And in a feminine and natural kind of way which I aspire to. So while sheer panels would not suggest demure femininity to me, Ms Newton (or Viera Newton???) has proven it possible. I want to copy and Topshop has kindly obliged with this skirt which I love. Think I could carry it off?

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

What You See is What You Get



I was getting a few admiring glances on my walk in to work this morning. That's nice, I thought. Then I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror (which in retrospect I probably should have done before I left the house) and my t shirt is really sheer. You can very clearly make out bra and boob. I'm not sure what is worse. Accidentally or deliberately showing your bra through your clothes. But whether or not it was accidental I'm pretty sure everyone thinks that I knew what I looked like and I'm just an exhibitionist. I assure you though, I don't want every man on the street knowing what's happening inside my shirt.

PS - that is not a picture of me.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Clear and Present Danger


(Via River Island)

Please, please don't do this to yourself this Christmas. There are other ways... other skirts... other trousers. It doesn't have to be this way. There's help out there, you just have to know where to look.


(Via Handbag)

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Sheerly Not!


(Image via Handbag)

Poor Mariacarla Boscono. What explanation can there be for this? Getting chased by a knife-wielding maniac while partly dressed and seeking solace at a celeb event where lots of paps are hanging out? Yes, that seems to make the most sense. There surely couldn't be any other reason, could there?

Thursday, 2 July 2009

Guilty in the First Degree

(Image via Figleaves)

Gosh, it is just as well I popped in on you yesterday rather than today because I appear to have made something of an error in judgement vis-a-vis sheerness. No, there is no nipple or g-string/arse cheek on show, but having been on the receiving end of rather a lot of male attention on the way into work I realised, when I did the pre-office check in the lift mirror, that my top was ever so slightly sheer and that my lemon and pink polka dot silk Mimi Holiday bra was getting rather more of an outing that I had realised.
Please don't shout at me. I promise not to do it again...

Sheerness v/s Sheerness

I tell you what, I am sick of seeing people's pants and bras winking at me from 'underneath' their summer outfits. And whilst I'm sure that Sheerness is a lovely little spot on the Kent coast, sheerness of the other kind isn't always a good thing. I walked behind a woman this morning who was wearing an ACTUAL see though dress, and believe me, she shouldn't have been. Just because it's hot, surely some rules of modesty still apply? I don't geddit. And I don't like it.