No-Neck Monster

I’m on a bit of an Elizabeth Taylor kick. I’ve just watched Butterfield 8 and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I’m watching Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf next.

Turtleneck, Cherokee. Dress, Moth. Leggings, Xhilaration. Boots, Nine West. Necklaces, thrifted and swapped. Hair clip, self-made. Bag, Target.


I’ve read Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (and I’ll go to see the play in May), but this was the first time I’ve watched the movie. I have real empathy for Maggie’s hatred of the “no-neck monsters.”

And, yet, I appear to have no neck myself this morning.

No Neck


Monster

Stacey and Clinton vilify the turtleneck, but I think there’s nothing better when it’s cold out. I may look a monster, but my no-neck is warm.