polka dots, please

So, it's Monday again. Boo. I guess that's okay, though, because I had a pretty great weekend, during which I did absolutely nothing. That's right. I read a book, I watched some movies, I ate veggie wraps and walked to the market and made macaroons. I wrote a scene. It was marvelous.

(polka dot dress: forever 21; black dress: american apparel; hat/scarf/belt/purse: vintage; tights: hue; shoes: seychelles)

When I got dressed this morning I started thinking about trends, and how certain things cycle in and out of our lives over the years, and how sometimes one of those things will snag and stay with us until the next resurfacing. Scarves snagged for me. I think they are so classic and they add so much interest to any outfit because of their unique patterns. Every time I see a silk (or imitation silk) scarf on a shelf somewhere I buy it, and usually it only costs $.50-$1.50 (which is an absolute steal). I think I like them because I identify them with the beat movement, somewhere between hipster and homeless (all of the street kids I've encountered who traveled Kerouac-style by jumping trains wore handkerchiefs this way, most likely for nose-blowing and dust-blocking and the like). Also, bandits from old cowboy movies. But I don't identify with that so much :)