Well, who knows what this is? I'd like to think it's one of those mysterious bottom-dwellers briefly glimpsed from a bathyscaphe hovering above the floor of the Mariana Trench. I imagine fishermen haul something like this up by mistake, only for the damned thing to collapse, slip between the decks, and land unpleasantly in a hammock.
I suspect that wearing this item will prove alarmingly temporary, so one's foundation garments had better be pretty sturdy. Having your outfit suddenly depart for the spawning grounds must be quite disheartening.
Miss Selfridge, £50. Or just let it migrate.
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