I saw it, I touched it, and I knew it: I have to buy it! Though obsessed with it, I still had no idea what to make of it even a couple of years later. My gut told me to sew a dress over and over again. But my closet kept on reasoning with it in favor of a pair of trousers. The neverending discussion was roughly interrupted by the common sense: Trousers? Too flowy! A jacket? Too soft and, again, too flowy! I guess, my common sense is to some degree related to my gut… Or on its payroll. So, the two tricksters left me no choice. And je ne regrette rien! The fabric loves my skin and my skin loves it back!