Oooh, Jules and I have history. For a very, very long time, Jules didn't have any extra money, so I was the one staple in her closet she wore when she would go out: to dinner, dancing, date night. Anytime she wanted to get dolled up, I was her go-to shirt. The rest of her closet was work clothes and play clothes. And then there was me. I know I don't look like anything fancy, but to Jules, at this point in her life, I was fancy. She is at a different point in her life now, so has many other fancy options, which means I have been ignored. But, she hung on to me because of our history. She and I (and probably you) know that is not a reason to hold onto an item. So, it is time for us to part ways and time for me to become someone else's fancy. I like being called fancy. 
 
Jules would wear a black spaghetti strap tank underneath me since I am lacy and very see-through. But maybe you are looking for a see-through shirt. In that case, you can call me sexy. ;-)