When I was in Jr. High, my textile arts class learned to batik. I remember how frustrated some of my classmates were with the breaks and bleeds of the dye that make a batik, well…a batik. I fell in love with the uniqueness of the process. The inability to duplicate that piece of art ever again is fascinating. I own a few batik style prints. This one is one of my favorites. I wore a copper coloured cardigan and swirled bangle (not pictured) with caramel coloured flats.
It was perfect outfit for our double date to a local burger and wings joint. Not too fussy.