“Don’t get me wrong. I am in full appreciation of Robert Plant’s incredible, soul-filled voice of passion and his impeccable timing – he is an improvisational wizard, a rock god, and possesses a stage presence that is second to none. But it’s the shirt, my friends. It comes down to that one small fashion choice he made before he went on stage at MSG. It makes me stop whatever I’m doing, stare all wide-eyed and goofy at the television every single time, rapt in His Glory. I can’t help it. The wearing of the blouse was, at that time, What Is and What Should Never Be. But it WAS. And it worked like a fucking charm.
“I am fairly certain this particular article of clothing, with its dreamy ocean-blue fabric and white accents, has magical powers. Come forth, ye who owns this GirlShirt of Glory, this Blouse of Beckoning…I do believe it is my Precious. We wants it. Gives it to us.”
Reblogging for the sheer joy her description brings to me. 💕😄