I am my own sweatshop (minus the sweat because Tim insists on keeping the AC set to arctic).
These batik babies are for Liz and Meghan, for dragging a ridiculous amount of random crap across the world for me. Also because it's difficult to find pre-made bule-appropriate batik clothing here in Indonesia that a) fits and b) doesn't have a tragically located ruffle or comically large sleeves, I gotta make stuff myself.
This flowery, flowy number is for me, for our upcoming trip to Vietnam:
