Because I’m a suburbanite (for now), I am a driver. As such, my ability to do things in the city is severely limited by where I can park. That translated into a fruitless attempt to go antiquing in Roscoe Village this afternoon, where every street is caked in muddy ice and icy mud.
So whatever. At least I was able to squeeze in a brisk walk with Miss M. and transform my room to take these pictures today. Hopefully you’ll notice my autographed St. Vincent poster. (Annie Clark and I are best buds. It’s true.)
I spent a lot of time last night playing around with this outfit. Tights or not? Flats or platforms? Most importantly, belt or no belt?
See, I really wanted to make use of this sweet little vintage sundress I just bought. I can’t wait to show off the rest of it when the weather finally warms up, because it has the most darling shape. I feel like a nymph in it, and when the time comes, I’m planning on wearing that dress without accessories. Not even shoes. It just feels so sylvan and perfect by itself.
Of course, in the winter time, thick tights and a cozy sweater (with an adorable sleeping fox!) are necessities. They’re cute enough that I don’t mind putting them on.
Sweater: old, Old Navy
Tights: old, Forever 21
Shoes: old, Forever 21
Necklace: old, Forever 21