WEDNESDAY. When I do lace, I typically opt for the Chantilly variety just because I feel that A) it's more feminine and B) less difficult to come off as a cheap tack-on from the local craft store. So when I saw a Zara mannequin sporting my dream tank -- after my friend dragged me into the shop, and not witnessed of my own accord of course... -- I caved. Low back, silky double layers, and a low-V masked by my favorite lace. September announced itself loudly, so I've been pairing it with a warm grandpa cardigan thrifted in Montmartre last week. Now in Dublin, where fall is definitely here. Time to warm up with good ol' Jameson.