I really love this skirt. I also love the weather this year, which let me wear this skirt in mid-October – sans fleece tights or a heavy jacket. Any jacket, really. A cozy sweater from Joe Fresh was sufficient. Even the hat was mostly decorative – as was the brooch, of course.
I’m not sure if I’ve mastered the art of knee-high socks, but these Frye boots call for them so I hope this works. That’s what you get when you buy shoes a whole size too big … which is what you do, of course, when you find $50 Frye boots at Winners. Right? Right.
October … had good weather. There, I said something nice. Of course, “good weather” is a relative concept, but we finished the month snow-free, which counts as positively tropical for this time of year around these parts. I’ve been hearing reports of snow around other parts of the province this week, so now I’m quaking in my boots. The “fall back” to Standard Time isn’t helping – I feel like I’m living in darkness permanently. Sad face.
Oh, poo. I was supposed to keep this nice and positive. Oh well. Let’s look at the clothes, shall we?
I didn’t HATE and I didn’t LOVE any of my outfits this month. To be honest, I felt pretty blah throughout, and I don’t know why. It probably has nothing to do with the clothes, and a lot to do with things going on in my life. I keep waiting to finish the hard slog through my book edits, and telling myself that I’ll get back to having fun (occasionally! let’s not get crazy here) after it’s all done but … who knows. Probably won’t happen. As stressed out and frequently miserable as writing makes me, it’s also kinda become a habit after nearly 7 months. Sigh. This is not good, you guys. I think I need an intervention 😉
Tell me all about your October and how you’re planning to keep the “winter is coming” blues at bay.
I don’t know what possessed me to try this tights+shoes combo, so let’s chalk it up to exhaustion. My daughter had the sniffles, and I didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before. I threw on a wrap dress because it’s just about the easiest thing. I always forget about this DVF number; maybe because it’s leopard print and, hence, a little “racy” for the office? Who knows.
Of course, I went and threw on a cardigan because … werk. There’s only so much disco the office can handle.