{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Orange Crush &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"FUusYE6eNL\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/ootn-orange-jumpsuit\/\">Orange Crush<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/ootn-orange-jumpsuit\/embed\/#?secret=FUusYE6eNL\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Orange Crush&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"FUusYE6eNL\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"&#8220;Oh, this is nice,&#8221; my brother mused. (He often drops by room for the sole purpose of using my full(ish)-length mirror, so him taking a pause in front of my outfit choice, hung over the closet door, took me by surprise.) &#8220;Yeah?&#8221; &#8220;Yeah.&#8221; He played with the chiffon before realizing that it split into legs and was, alas, not\u00a0a dress. &#8220;Just kidding. What the hell is this?&#8221; I smiled smugly as I put on the rest of my face. You see, I&#8217;ve always loved the concept of the jumpsuit. It&#8217;s like wearing a dress without having to worry about indecent exposure &#8211; which makes it ideal for the girl who will forever be the first (and last) on the dance floor.\u00a0Plus, they&#8217;re something that other get and appreciate, but men balk at in confusion.\u00a0What is this\/What do I do with it\/How does it come off?\u00a0are the general questions that come to the male mind. (Not that I blame them.) Black would have been the safe way to go, but this unapologetic orange-red was just begging to come home with me.* It was a man-repelling moment waiting to happen.\u00a0And an epic one at that &#8211; you don&#8217;t just wear a bright&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/FullSizeRender-3.jpg"}