For some reason I always feel the need to wear this blazer with a supershort skirt--probably to counterbalance the length of the blazer itself. This is another coat that I stole from my mother. Blazers were where it all began for me. I very clearly remember going home for school break (Thanksgiving? Christmas?) one year and digging through the cedar chest, looking for something classy to wear (since blazers were everywhere that year). This was my very first foray into vintage, and I rarely took it off between sophomore and senior year. It was part of a set with this skirt (which came much later in my life, right around blog-time). This blazer was stolen around that same time, and is equally awesome (though perhaps not quite as versatile).
(blazer: vintage; dress: tjmaxx; boots: seychelles)
I'd like to go for a walk on a country road somewhere, so I can really take a moment to appreciate the foliage. I've been walking during my lunch break lately, just for a little change of scenery/some semblance of exercise, but it's not the same--I always feel rushed. This weekend is shaping up to be pretty busy, but the weather is supposed to be fine (perfect for apple picking!). I will probably be going out to a party at my parent's house on Saturday, so maybe I'll fit a woodland stroll in there somewhere.
Anyway... this day. Hope you're having a good one!
In my plaid, black lace & poison ring I felt a little bit sixties-punk-rock-schoolgirl-grunge.
And then, this happened:
