My heart skips a beat.
White toes look fresh. no?
Oh yes. (Taken with instagram)
It’s likely that I’ve reblogged this before, but I’ll be honest - with the familiar, salty chill in the air this morning, I’m digging this outfit even more than usual.
I have to say, this is the first year since my arrival in Boston that I’ve felt the first tell-tale signs of impending autumn and not immediately taken to despair. It’s not all rosy, mind you - cold rain and slush are never pleasant, per se - but finally, it’s familiar.
Promises of dinner parties and heavy beers and cocktails made with walnut liquor and Friday game nights in with friends and baking without sweating all over everything in my kitchen and layers and blankets and sliding around in socks on wood floors and running in fresh snow and annual New Years festivities…
All of these things, are things to embrace about my choice to stay in this city. And so, I shall.
Now, if someone could please send me those Frye boots, I would be much obliged.
(via the-acquired-taste)
Make the boots knee-high, boot the blazer, add a giant scarf and I’m in.