This white shirt reminds me the one I left in a hotel room in Marseilles when I was traveling during college. I felt very grown up and sexy on that trip and so I emptied my suitcase and hung up all of my clothing in the closet. A few days later when I left, that single shirt remained in the closet. I used my fragmented French to contact the hotel and try to get it back, but, alas, it was already gone and became a ghost of the perfect white shirt. This one from Loft seems like a contender to replace it. I would wear this with black leggings and call it a day. Everyday.
The perfect white shirt.
Even though I am on a shopping hiatus, it is going to be hard to justify not buying this one.