Were you expecting me to post a fall ‘fit? That would require foresight, of which I have limited stock and wholly dedicate to not spending my rent paycheck on happy hour engagements. (Still up for margs on Thursday tho, Holland?)
Why can’t I bring myself to dress for the coming cold fronts? There are a couple of reasons to note. Most importantly, they haven’t arrived yet. If it’s 85 degrees out, it’s summer. What's more, I can think only of the obsessions I’m currently embroiled in. I must carry an idea to fruition before moving onto anything new. A wisp of the idea for this outfit has been brewing in some vestigial nook of my reptilian brain circa “covfefe” entering our collective vocab uninvited (although I believe the two events to be unrelated). So I have to deposit it here before slipping into something more season-appropriate.
Why can’t I bring myself to dress for the coming cold fronts? There are a couple of reasons to note. Most importantly, they haven’t arrived yet. If it’s 85 degrees out, it’s summer. What's more, I can think only of the obsessions I’m currently embroiled in. I must carry an idea to fruition before moving onto anything new. A wisp of the idea for this outfit has been brewing in some vestigial nook of my reptilian brain circa “covfefe” entering our collective vocab uninvited (although I believe the two events to be unrelated). So I have to deposit it here before slipping into something more season-appropriate.
I typically hate lace but I sure do love being proven wrong. Who could sacrifice those tantalizing ruffles, juicy color, and overall aura of exaggerated femininity just because the thing was made in lace? I had to make a concession.
As religiously as I’ve designated my wardrobe a Summer Only zone, I really do look forward to assembling cold-weather outfits. I have visions of dark, glittered garments and soft, filmy fabrics paired with thick and hardy ones—a description so sensual it feels like I’m preparing a menu. So consider this summery look your appetizer to a main course of autumn’s sartorial harvest of my wardrobe. And I’ll see you when the first cold front hits.