I never knew I needed a vest until I happened upon HM.com and saw the one in the photo above. How the hell have I never before realized that my wardrobe was missing such an aching, gaping hole? How have I been carrying on in life without a cropped navy shield with white piping, one that I’d button completely closed and wear as a shirt over a pair of high-waisted slouchy silk pants? How?
It’s sold out online (H&M’s Conscious Exclusive collection is apparently the Internet equivalent of whatever hotcakes are), but I’m literally typing this faster than normal fingers can type so that I can shut my computer and run out the door to the H&M around the corner. I’ll probably have to throw myself at the mercy of the person who will most likely have to undress the mannequin. All for a vest I never knew I needed.