Trial and error, my friends. This entire merry-go-round is one big game of trial and error. You make a mistake, and for the next lap around, God-willing, you do it better.
Lighten up, I'm just talking about my shirt! I fell in love with this French Connection yellow tank at a thrift store down here in NC, and was drawn to its over-saturation like a mosquito to my pale legs.
However, as I need my bike to get anywhere, I also realized that this tank requires me to pull up the straps every 1/2 mile whilst biking to prevent 100% total flashing. Literally, to my horror, every 4 minutes my bra was hanging out.
That's the thing with bikes, as much as you try to sit up and look pretty, you normally end up sweating, hunched over with your shirt falling down, bouncing around on uneven gravel. Not my finest moment.
But! Back around we go and I got a second chance to do this one right. Friends, meet my maternity lace shirt:
I use the term "maternity" loosely as this is clearly not a maternity shirt, but it tends to make me look like I could be hiding infants in that general area.
Oh well, who said everything has to be slimming?
Am I trying to go through my entire life maximizing my chances of fitting in narrow spaces?
This shirt was gifted to me and it is perfect for summer layering. It ups your coverage without adding another sweat factor.
And with its transparency, it also lends itself as being a fantastic scarf. I just throw my head through the neck hole and drape (pictures to follow as soon as it is seasonally acceptable to start wearing scarves again).
Worn here with my army-green Levi mompantz capris and (what else?) my trusty blue/white wedges.