#pink pussy bow blouse

[susoriginals]

Vintage 1960s Pink Pussy Bow Tie Blouse Geometric Long Sleeve Top by Devon Small Only $5 Mod

[kirstydreaming]

Yuliya Tikhonova

[ai-satin-chic]

"Dave? Yeah, sorry mate, I'm not going to be in work today. I .. uh .. I've got a lot on right now".

[palioom]

day twenty-one - panties & lingerie

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: 818

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; public sex, unprotected p in v

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

“These just for me, hm?” He asked in that gruff voice of his, pulling down her jeans just a little further to get a good look at the panties she was wearing. 

Pink lace, seeming expensive with a tiny bow on them. Making his mouth water just by looking at her body in them.

“Just for you, Joel.” She said with a smirk, feeling warm at the way his eyes were glued to her clothed pussy. 

“Got a matchin' bra as well?” Joel asked after a beat of silence, his fingers tracing over the frilly hem of the panties, his eyes finding hers again. Knowing she, had just by the way her smirk became wider. “What a lucky man I am.”

What he had planned to be a quick fuck inside this abandoned store, quickly became something slower as he saw the pink lace, then opening her blouse to discover she had indeed found a matching bra. Perfect on her wonderful tits, cupping and squeezing at them as he pressed his lips against her pulse point.

Backing her up against what used to be a cashier till, his fingers already found her clit over the lacy fabric, pressing against it and making her whine. Her back arched into him as she hit the till, a throaty moan leaving her.

He had mentioned just a few weeks ago how hot she would look in some of those lacy thongs and bras, as they walked past the broken window of a Victoria’s Secret. Only briefly eyeing the battered mannequins and their dirty underwear, but she had seen his eyes light up at the idea.

Quickly running back and actually finding a matching set that was left relatively unharmed.

“So fuckin' hot,” Joel groaned, his frenzied lips pressing against hers as he lifted her onto the surface, pulling her jeans down further and freeing one of her legs so she could spread them. “Like a fuckin' present for me, all wrapped up with a pretty little bow.”

Her hips bucked into his touch, still only rubbing at her over the fabric of her panties. His free hand swiftly undid his belt, then opened the button of his jeans before wrangling them down just enough to free his aching cock.

Hard and leaking just from the sight of her in those pretty clothes. 

Joel pushed her down onto the till, then pulled her closer to the edge of it, ever aware of any sounds around them. His fingers pushed aside the lace, bearing her wet and waiting pussy to him, just waiting to be filled.

“Look at that.” He groaned as he swiped the head through her folds, before slowly pushing inside of her. Her moan matched his, trying to keep quiet but feeling unable to with how good he felt inside of her. “So fuckin' pretty for me.”

The sight of his cock sinking into her next to the lingerie she wore only turned him on more, sinking into her again and again, drawing moans and pants from her as her own hands covered her mouth.

His own mouth descended onto her clothed breasts, grazing his teeth over the stiff peak poking through the fabric. Licking over it before teasingly sucking at it, one of his hands pinching and rolling the peak on her other breast.

“Oh God,”, she moaned, still trying to keep quiet but finding herself unable to with how frenzied he fucked into her. He seemed to love lingerie a lot more than she had expected him to, her plan working perfectly. Only that she wished he would fuck her like this at home, somewhere private so they could drag this out. “Joel, fuck! You really love that thing, huh?”

He smirked against her breast, biting her again.

“I fuckin' do, darlin’.” He was close, too, hips stuttering as he kept giving attention to her nipples through the lace. “Makes your tits look so fuckin' fine.”

A particularly harsh thrust followed, throwing her over the edge she had been dancing on, making him follow closely behind as her pussy clamped around his dick.

But instead of spilling himself inside of her, he swiftly pulled out, his cum landing all over her belly and the pretty panties, seeping into the material.

The sight made him want to go for another round, quietly groaning at the way she looked like this.

“And now you’ve ruined them.” She laughed breathlessly, looking at the mess he made. Seeing the look in his eyes, she knew he didn’t quite seem to mind.

“Gonna get you new ones.” He rasped, a noise somewhere behind him making his ears perk up and look over his shoulder. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go.”

Joel quickly helped her dress again, haphazardly wiping some of the cum off of her before hiding the pretty pink fabric behind her clothes once more.

Already knowing what his next supply run would entail.

[glossykissies]

need maeve to be mean to me… like she can do whatever she wants with me

securing yourself a big girl job at the vought tower n queen maeve is just so mean :(

you were working a little desk job, administration. they’d never give you anything too important, and in your mind you were staying out of everyone’s way and getting by fine. you didn’t even see that many supes on your day to day.

but oh, they saw you — and not to be rude, but the people who worked behind desks at the tower were meant to be nobodies. it was unheard of that any of them would be hot, less so garner the attention of higher-ups — and yet here you come, clip clopping through the hallways in those little kitten heels with the little bows on the toe and the pencil skirts and suddenly you’re everyone’s wet dream. like really, even the deep and a-train parted so you’d walk through the middle of them, both turning back to check out your ass as you totter away. something about it was rubbing maeve the wrong way.

she felt smug when she watched you drop all your papers from your file onto the floor. she snickered even, taking time out of passing by you to lean against the wall making no effort to help you up, smirking.

“i take it you’ve never heard of a binder?”

you look up at her all innocent and fawn like, lips wet and eyes blown out and she finds herself swallowing, that ugly feeling in her stomach returning.

“they uhm, they didn’t give me one.” its clear you’re a little intimidated to be in the presence of a supe, face to face that is. somehow it annoyed her more that you weren’t aware of how much attention you’d been pulling in.

“i’m sure you’re making enough working at vought to buy your own.” she shrugs, pushing off the wall playfully. “can buy a pink one. to match your little shoes.” she lowers her voice teasingly, before striding off. you feel hot in the face, making a note not to wear those ones again.

however, the little digs from her keep coming, any chance she gets. you were never quite sure if she was bantering and being friendly or straight up just making fun of you, your intuition telling you it was unfortunately the latter. one day it’s “could you walk any slower?” when passing you in the hallway, the next it’s “are you stalking me or something?” when seeing you in the bathroom, and occasionally it’s “new shoes? i like the other ones better.” you were on edge, unaware of her intentions. maeve was ripping the side block from your mental jenga, and it was aggravating you.

she walks into the printing room, a room she had no business being in as a supe while you were in there — already looking tight lipped and unimpressed.

“are you hiding in here?” she immediately accuses, and you turn fully toward her.

“no? i’m doing my job. what are you doing?” you snap, eyes immediately going wide. there was no way you just mouthed off to a supe. you were done for sure. to your surprise, she smiles.

“hah, knew you had a little attitude in you. where’s that been?”

you don’t know how, and honestly you’re rather ashamed when you end up pressed to the photocopier with your skirt around your waist and her fingers in your cunt curling upwards. anyone could walk in, see the way she’s pulled open your blouse and stuffed her hand down your white panties, your ankle rolling in your shoes but she doesn’t seem to care. her lips press to the shell of your ear as you mewl.

“your fingers are too long, s’too tight!” you squeak, nails almost breaking with how hard you grip the photocopier.

“jesus, you’re really complaining right now?” she soothes her thumb over your clit anyway, making your legs buckle before huffing out a laugh through her nose at the squelching noise your pussy made at each thrust of her fingers. “huh, this pussies been out of practice. it’s tight in here.” she comments, subtly grinding herself against your ass. “thats fine… i can fix that for you.”

you definitely believed her.

[hernakedmuse]

Sorry if it’s been asked already but, what would horror bimbo wear to a concert date with Eddie?

It hasn't been asked yet and even if it has been, I love this reply. I’ll make a moodboard, but horror!bimbo would look very Danzig girl, like a vampire nymphette. Black, white, or deep red velvet little dresses and tiny articles of clothing, lace ups, poetry blouses worn as dresses that hardly pass her ass, she will wear garters up her thigh, bdsm chokers and collars, dead girl eye makeup that makes her look dreamy and sleepy. She always goes for otherworldly slut,

–

She always spent the whole day of a concert preparing,

If it was a school day she would play hookey,

Eddie would hate it because he wouldnt get to see his sweet little moth, and would complain dramatically to her about it.

Hands splayed on her provocative hips before squeezing them possessively as he would bury his face in her sweet smelling neck that smelled of her lilac perfume and vanilla body powder, his mouth actually physically water. “You gonna leave me again until nighttime?” he complained.

She giggled and stroked his fluffy chocolate curls.

“Id invite you to stay, but I dont wanna bore you bear.” She always could call him that because to her he looked like a human teddy bear, a very sexy teddy bear.

He lifted his head from her neck, his doe eyes widened and pupils darkened. “Yeah? Youd let me watch you get dressed? Maybe help you wash that back…” he started kissing down the back of her neck causing her to shiver and preen against him. He was half hard thinking about it.

He spent the day getting ready with her. She ran a nice bubble bath with Vaseline vitamin e bath beads that turned the water teal, Crabtree & Evelyn rosewater bubble bath, and apricot kernel bath oil. She had to have Eddie join in her pre-concert ritual naturally, and no one was home but her. She lit lavender candles and played the Icon album Night of the Crime theyll be hearing tonight in Indianapolis.

She had Eddie joined her in the bath, she put an avocado masque on his face and hers and the Rave hair masque with a V05 hot oil treatment, She wanted him to feel pampered too, and they started kissing, he held her in his lap, she warmed his cock in the bath She felt so full like she ate a big meal, he is that big. She couldnt stop herself, felt too good, she started moving.

“Ooh fuck baby, if you dont stop that–”

“Youll what…daddy?” She put on her baby voice, the one that got small and sounded squishy and cute,

He stroked her back and she started to drool in anticipation. He took her face in his hand, turning her to face him and lick up her drool, his other hand squeezed her ample ass, “Fuck you have a perfect body for a whore.” He thrusted his hips up and she squeaked, feeling dizzy with pleasure. “Oh my fucking God!”

“Too bad youre just mine.” He laid a sloppy kiss on her shoulder and grabbed her waist before raising his hips and slamming up inside of her tight pussy, that gushed all over his cock. “Baby girl, making such a mess for daddy, what a messy baby.” He cooed.

After a steamy bath session, they got dressed. She used hot rollers for a sultry look, and slid on her french cut, black, lace panties, her puffy pussy sort of swallowed it a bit, and naturally Eddie had to have a quick taste.

She had a satin white garter with a pink rosette slid up her left thigh by his truly, her right leg adorn with a thigh high fishnet stocking, a revealing neo Victorian, lacey little slip with gaps terribly tied together by dainty bows, exposing her generous cleavage, the thin straps of her negligee falling down her shoulders, She slips into combat boots that contrast her attire, and one of Eddie’s leather jackets that was too big for her frame. She had black under eye to make her look like a haunted doll, and her lips were painted the same color as her nipples.

Her signature lilac perfume kissed her wrists, neck, and cleavage. Eddie realized the importance of getting ready for a concert.

@thepurplelovewitch

[ozarkthedog]

Happy birthday Ozzie, and congratulations on your follower milestone!!! You beautiful bean, I'm so glad this hellsite put us in each others' paths.

📝 For location-based smut prompt, Tim Rockford and dealer's choice of

public -8 inside one muses’s office. OR public 9 - inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to. 

Just need this man to get freaky with me in an office setting is what I'm saying because look at him:

😭 i’m thankful everyday that we’ve gotten so close! here’s my token of gratitude. 😘💙

18+ mdni. Tim Rockford x f!reader. oral sex (fem receiving). public but private setting — office. special guest.

This is so wrong. 

It was bad enough that Tim was your superior and that you'd been sneaking around for the last month, fucking each other whenever he had a few moments of free time, but using a random co-worker's office? That was flat out stupid. 

Tim drops to his knees in the small room, making quick work of your skirt and hooking one of your legs over his leather holster encased shoulder.

He breathes in deep as he presses the lower half of his jaw against your panty clad mound. "Been thinkin' about this sweet pussy all day." He holds your weary gaze as he slots the thin material to the side and latches his lips around your clit.

Your fingers card through his hair, tugging just so to make him groan into your slick heat. His tongue dances along your slit, dipping between your folds, earning him soft hisses and mewls from your gasping lips.

This is sure to blow up in your faces, but as Tim slides two thick fingers into your dripping core and rubs expertly against your slick walls, you couldn't care less.

"Shit- you're fuckin' soaked." Tim groans as your velvet walls mold to the shape of his girthy digits.

Your spine bows against the corkboard nailed to the wall; it's pinned with a precise diary of information: crime scene photos, newspaper clippings, and various stake-out notes. The small plastic tac heads dig into your skin as Tim sucks your clit into his mouth and vibrates the little button with a deep groan.

Your chest heaves under your blouse as the pleasure steadily mounts. Your hips move on their own, grinding against Tim's stubble and tongue. Brute hands circle your hips, keeping you safe and balanced as your peak draws closer.

He leans back on his heels and stares up at you. His cheeks are flushed a desert pink, and his lips glisten under the dim light as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on my tongue. Wanna taste you." Tim husks before diving back into your cunt with a feral energy you'd only come to know since being with him.

Your eyes flutter closed as the pleasure envelopes you, drowning all your senses. Had your eyes been open, you would've seen the shadowy figure slink through the door just as you were starting to come.

A heavy wave of arousal coats Tim's tongue as he pushes it further into your drenched hole. He grunts at your taste, greedily drinking you down and licking every creamy drop from your swollen cunt as you bite back the wanton moans that threaten to slip from your lips. 

Tremors rake your body as you catch your breath and come back into your body. The foreign, bitter smell of smoke perks your senses. Your heart slams into your throat as a red ember glows from a dark corner of the room. 

"You put on quite a show, Gatita." A deep voice praises from the black abyss. 

Tim moves lightning fast, spinning on the spot and shielding your body from the unknown figure.

Javier Pena steps into the light. Your co-worker and whose office you now had the pleasure of corrupting. 

He stalks toward his desk with a glint in his eye, pinning you and Tim to the floor as he retrieves a folder that's left on top of a mess of papers.

The men exchange silent words while Javier takes a long drag from his cigarette. Tim relaxes, his broad shoulders slightly sagging once he realizes the threat is neutralized. Javier smirked at your wide eyes while he exhaled a lungful of smoke toward the ceiling.

"You should lock the door next time," Javier suggests as he moves to leave. He hesitates, hand perched on the shiny, brass knob before looking over his shoulder. "Unless you're looking for a third person to join." 

Ozzie’s 11k birthday sleepover

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue November 1, 1963

Jean Shrimpton wears a pale pink crepe de chine evening gown with the top turned up like a blouse over a short, narrow skirt. Just under the bust, a soft pussy bow on a gold and ruby ​​barrette that anchors the neckline. Long kid gloves in the same pink; more gold and rubies for the earrings. Dior dress, in Staron fabric. Kislav gloves. Alexandre hairstyle: all twists and fringes, and a bright, shiny brown color.

Jean Shrimpton porte une robe du soir en crêpe de Chine rose pâle avec le haut retourné comme un chemisier au-dessus d'une jupe courte et étroite. Juste sous la poitrine, un pli lavallière souple sur une barrette en or et rubis qui ancre le décolleté. De longs gants en cuir de chevreau du même rose ; plus d'or et de rubis pour les boucles d'oreilles. Robe Dior, en tissu Staron. Gants Kislav. Coiffure Alexandre : tout en torsades et franges, et une couleur marron vive et brillante.

Photo Irving Penn

vogue archive

[beautifultacozippergiant]

Finally back on pt.2

Steve had laid out a pink pleated micro mini skirt, white lace thong panties, black stay up stockings, 3" heel black lace ankle boots, sheer white button up blouse, sheer pink lace bra, breast forms, and black leather collar that has "slut" in jeweled letters.

There was a note on the skirt that said, "No wig, style your own hair. You want to be a slut? I want to see how much of a slut you can be. Impress me bitch or be ready for a divorce! I want you ready to be picked up by 9 p.m. tomorrow night."

I spent all day yesterday pampering myself. Bubble baths and wine. I painted all my nails with a pink glitter polish. My toes show in the ankle boots Steve picked, so I want them to look nice. I had a wonderful sissygasm on Master Grey's dildo cock. GOD I love fucking him. Mmmm, anyway, I got all shaved and lotioned before styling my hair. It is just past collar length, but I had never tried to style it before. I was nervous but it was actually fun. I still prefer my long wigs, but the shorter style made me look rebellious. I did my make-up and went a little extra with pink colors to match my outfit.

Getting dressed, my hands were shaking as the reality started to set in. My wife's BF was going to pick me up looking like a total whore.

Once dressed, I looked in my full length mirror and it made me even more nervous. Stocking were on full display, bottom 1/3 of me ass was showing due to the VERY small skirt he picked out, and my bra and tits may as well have been uncovered. With my hands shaking even more, I poured another glass of wine since I had about 20 minutes before Steve was supposed to arrive. Sipping wine most of the day had me pretty relaxed, but when Steve pulled up, I felt my heart racing!

It wasn't quite dark yet, so I knew this was a dangerous walk to his car. To make it worse he parked curb side instead of on the driveway. I grabbed my clutch with my i.d., lipstick, and house key, and headed out.

Wheni got in he looked me up and down before he said, "You make me better cunt that a man."

Bowing my head, I told him thanks. I had my blouse open to just above mid tit. Being mostly se through I thought it was enough. Steve told me to unbutton my blouse and tie it at my waist. I did as I was told and looking down I was no longer a slut. I was a full blow exhibitionist whore.

As we drove Steve told me to pull his cock out and suck it. Like a true whore I dove in to find his massive fuck stick. I sucked, slurped, and took as much of his half hard dick in my mouth as possible. Every once in a while he would push the back of my head down and force more of his dick in my throat.

We stopped and he told me to sit up. When I did I saw we were at some kind of club. He looked at me and very sternly told me, "Do not adjust your clothing unless I tell you to. Do not embarrass me. Do not be disobedient. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded yes, but Steve grabbed my chin so I had to look in his eyes. He barked at me, "Do you understand bitch?"

I said, "Yes Sir."

He then told me, "That will be your ONLY response is Yes Sir or there will be consequences. Now get the fuck out."

We walked into this club. It was a gay club and had other cross dressers, but none looked anywhere near as slutty as me. Steve told me to follow him. Apparently, he had been there... a lot. He knew so many people. I followed him out to a patio table, and he ordered me a drink. We sat for a few before a young man asked Steve if I could dance with him. Steve said, "Take the bitch and enjoy her."

It was more grinding than dancing. He kept my skirt up over my panties every chance he got. If I was facing him he would lift my skirt to grab my ass. Facing away from him and he would lift it to grab my bare hips and grind his bulge against my boi pussy.

This went on for a couple of hours. Drinks, dancing, more drinks, being groped, having my ass slapped, and more drinks. I was feeling pretty drunk when Steve grabbed my arm and led me out of the club.

I remember seeing 11:10 p.m. on this dash clock. Withing a couple of minutes he parked again, but this time in front of an adult arcade.

I obediently followed him in. Men everywhere were staring at me. Steve led me to a theater room. We sat near the back and watched the porn that was playing on the big screen. Because of the screen size it lit the room up pretty well.

Steve forced me to my knees and pushed his exposed cock in my mouth. As I enjoyed pleasuring hime I noticed men were gathering around. This is when Steve told me to stand up and bend over the chairs. When I did he raised my skirt and loudly said, "This cunt is yours to use and enjoy. She can’t say no."

Suddenly I had hands all over me. I felt a dick being pushed in my pussy. As he began fucking me from behind a cock was pushed down my throat and started fucking my mouth and throat relentlessly.

Within a minute the one fucking me exploded deep inside me. He wasn't the largest cock but damn he flooded me. So much it was pouring out before he stopped throbbing.

He pulled out and another, larger dick went in balls deep in one push. I almost had a full-blown sissygasm right then. The dick in my mouth gave a final push down my throat, and then he blew his hot seed into my belly. I didn't know where Steve was but I wanted to make sure he was pleased. So I swallowed for all I was worth. When this guy took his dick out of my mouth the one fucking me pulled me backwards so I was riding his cock reverse cowgirl. Then 2 more cocks were in my face.

This repeated itself again and again. Still being drunk I don't know how many men fucked me, or fucked me twice, but when Steve finally took me out I had cum everywhere. It was in my hair, on my face, on my tits and stomach, dripping from my pantie covered pussy, and a belly full of man seed.

When I got home I was told to sit and wait. Steve went to the store, but when he came back he threw me face down on the floor, ripped my panties off, and pushed his huge cock to my cum filled cunt. Even lubed by cum his girth was making it difficult to take him. He kept pushing and when the head of his dick popped into my fuckhole??? I thought he was tearing me apart!!

He started slow fucking me while working more and more inside me. As he got deeper I was relaxing more. As he got deeper I could feel my own orgasm building.

He started fucking me in long strokes and feeling his balls slap against me when he hit bottom was euphoric! He was deeper than I had ever had, thicker than I had ever had, and it hurt SOOOO good. As I started lifting to fuck him back he told me to beg for it. Beg for him to fuck me like the whore I am.

I was practically screaming for him to fuck me, cum in me, and use me like a whore. When my sissygasm hit? It ravaged my body!!! All of the alcohol, fucking, sucking, cum, and exhibitionist whoring I had done that night plus having this massive meat fucking me while I begged for it! My body convulsed and my clitty was spurting wildly.

This must have set him off too. The last thing I remember is him grabbing my collar and pulling hard! Cutting off my air as I felt the first convulsions of him cumming deep inside me as I blacked out.

I came to and Steve was dressed. He said, "You may just make it out of this unscathed."

It is now 4 a.m.... finally showered, but still have cum leaking from my VERY sore and VERY stretched fuckhole. I'm gonna sleep so well.

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2022

1 DECEMBER 2022 || The Princess of Wales visited Greentown Labs and Roca Inc in Chelsea along with the Prince of Wales in Boston on their second day while on a 3-Day Trip to the city for the 2022 Earthshot Awards.

Catherine was in -

Cranberry Blazer Jacket by Roland Mouret

'Axon' Side Zip Wide Leg Pants in Cranberry by Roland Mouret

Pussy Bow Blouse in Blush Pink

Gold and Diamond 'Maxi' Cupid Hoop Earrings by Daniella Draper

Burgundy Calfskin Boy Flap Bag with Enamel Handle from Chanel

'Gianvito 105' Pumps in Burgundy Suede from Gianvito Rossi

[susoriginals]

Vintage 1960s 1970s V Neck Pussy Bow Tie Floral Blouse by Devon Small Bust =36" Only $5

[styleofdiamandis]

            PHOTOSHOOT: GAY TIMES MAGAZINE

Marina Diamandis looked larger than life for Laura Allard-Fleischl’s lens. The photoshoot served for the Gay Times magazine’s April 2019 issue and featured our girl posing in some of the most colorful fashion out there!

She was styled by Umar Sarwar (chapeau!), coiffed by Brady Lea using Hair by Sam McKnight and glammed by Maria Aside using M·A·C Cosmetics.

The cover look is from Gucci’s Spring/Summer 2019 collection. M opted for the glorious purple metallic pleated dress with puff shoulders...

...a cascading silver crystal fringe choker, which I wouldn’t mind owning myself,...

...and triple wrap gold-tone snake bracelet with clear crystals all over.

A pair of the VV champagne-colored glitter and mesh pumps by Nicholas Kirkwood pulled the look together.

The next two looks hail from Moschino’s drawing-themed Spring/Summer 2019 collection! Firstly, she wore the white & blue scribble print round neck jacket, matching cigarette pants...

...blue scribble wide-brimmed straw boater hat...

...and blue scribble and gold chain printed leather pointed-toe pumps!

This look features a heart scribble print silk pussy-bow blouse and red & white scribble high-waisted skirt with pleats. Jeremy Scott you genius.

Her beaded red flower earrings are created by London-based emerging designer Clio Peppiatt, whose designs you’ll see way more in the future on SoD!

Of course, to complete the look, she held a Moschino Spring/Summer 2019 black scribble leather clutch with logo and resin chain...

...and the matching scribble leather pointed-toe pumps.

Here, our girl poses in a Pinko pale yellow bouclé cropped hopsack jacket with buttons which she combined with lilac floral full embroidered silk pants from Central Saint Martins graduate Xu Zhi’s Spring/Summer 2019 collection!

These heart-shaped pink beaded earrings are also signed by Clio Peppiatt!

It’s getting sunny with a yellow wool jacket with round neck and gold buttons, and a matching silk midi dress, both seen on Escada’s Spring/Summer 2019 runway!

Her gold-tone bamboo hoop earrings are a vintage treasure discovered at Rokit.

Missoma created the Interstellar 18k yellow-gold vermeil & rainbow moonstone gems star drop necklace.

Another beauty from the house of Escada is this ultra cute quilted orange leather heart flap bag with gold-tone hardware!

The yellow rubber slingback platform mules with orb detail are a collaboration between shoe brand Melissa and Vivienne Westwood.

Our final look shows Marina Diamandis in an acid-green blazer dress with cut-outs on the back, large flap pockets and silver metal buttons from David Koma’s Spring/Summer 2019 collection.

Finally, she completed the look with the Kenzo Spring/Summer 2019 Ana patent leather mules in green, blue & white!

[ai-satin-chic]

Having never plaited her hair before, Sophie had done her best despite the lackluster results.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The Princess of Wales can always be relied upon for a strong fashion look. This visit to Boston, her first overseas trip since the death of the late Queen, is no exception.

Through her wardrobe, Catherine has delivered on the style moments that her fans so love, whilst keeping the message focused on the Earthshot Prize and its goals. 

Here, we break it down, piece by piece ...

The Emilia Wickstead dress

For an engagement at Harvard University's Center on the Developing Child, Catherine wore a bespoke version of Emilia Wickstead's 'Miles' pencil dress.

Credit: Paul Edwards / The Sun | Source: PA

The Mulberry bag

Catherine carried a pale blue Mulberry 'Harlow' bag. The label is a savvy choice for this trip, as the heritage brand now boasts a transparent and sustainable 'farm to finished product' supply chain.

Source: Getty Images

The Solace London gown

Catherine walked the Earthshot Prize Awards green carpet in a Solace London gown, which was rented from Hurr. The neon hue also reflected the evening's planet-conscious theme.

The gown was teamed with Queen Mary's Art Deco emerald and diamond choker, which was previously on lifetime loan to Princess Diana. The diamond and emerald earrings are new, by Asprey.

Credit: Karwai Tang | Source: WireImage

The Alexander McQueen coat

For a walk along Boston Harbour on Thursday, Catherine wore a new bespoke Alexander McQueen coat and bespoke Gianvito Rossi brown suede boots, her go-to brand for formal footwear.

The Gabriela Hearst knitwear

Underneath her coat, the Princess wore a vibrant new cashmere and silk poloneck and skirt set by New York-based Gabriela Hearst, a fashion industry leader when it comes to sustainable manufacturing and business practices.

The Daniella Draper earrings

She completed the look with her gold and diamond maxi Cupid hoops by Daniella Draper.

Credit: Chris Jackson | Source: PA

The Roland Mouret suit

For a visit to Greentown Labs, North America’s largest climate technology start-up incubator, Catherine wore a burgundy tailored suit by London-based label Roland Mouret, which featured a fitted jacket and 1970s-inspired flared trousers.

Credit: Kirsty O'Connor | Source: PA

The pussy-bow blouse

She enhanced the Seventies look of the Mouret suit with a pale pink pussy-bow blouse - making for a stylish colour combination too. 

Credit: Karwai Tang | Source: WireImage

The Chanel handbag

Catherine carried a Chanel top handle bag, which we first saw her carry on a visit to Paris in 2017.

Credit: Reuters

The Laura Lombardi necklace

The Princess accessorised with earrings by Shyla London (the Biarritz Squiggle style) and a chunky gold chain necklace by sustainable US jewellery label Laura Lombardi.

The vintage Chanel jacket

Courtside seats at the basketball call for some glamour, and Catherine delivered a fashion flex in a 1995 vintage Chanel tweed jacket. 

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The Alexander McQueen coat

Catherine wore a deep green Alexander McQueen coat and Emmy London heels for an engagement at Speaker's Corner, where, alongside the city's mayor Michelle Wu and Ambassador Caroline Kennedy, they formally launched Earthshot by lighting up Boston.

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The Burberry dress

Another bespoke piece, this time a dress from Burberry in the label’s exaggerated viridian green and navy tartan-inspired check.

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The Shyla London earrings

The earrings were a new addition to her jewellery collection, the chunky knot baroque pearl style by Shyla London.

The Mulberry bag

Catherine's look was completed by a new bag, Mulberry's small Amberley satchel in heavy grain Mulberry green.

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The Alexander McQueen suit

Catherine stepped off the plane at Logan airport in a deep indigo Alexander McQueen suit with a neat leather belt, polo neck knit and Gianvito Rossi courts.

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Princess Diana's earrings

Catherine teamed her suit with William's late mother's sapphire and diamond double drop earrings for her arrival in Boston.

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