In case you were wondering:

This is what happens when an interest in macrame takes a sinister turn.

In fairness, I like this from the waist up. The neckline, I think, is gorgeous and I imagine it’s fantastic in person. But the fringe at the bottom seriously reminds me of the books Teen Me used to read about summer camp that were set in the 70s, all of which involved the heroine slaving over a macrame plant-sling while fretting about, like, her period and some dreamy older counselor with the mustache.  Do you really want your outfit to conjure memories of hemp-adjacent arts and crafts? Just wondering.