Remember barely more than a week ago when it was cold and rainy?
We could wear boots and sweaters and be merry.
Butler, you all looked fabulous. I saw a girl rocking a skirt with knee-high wool socks and, I kid you not, patent leather oxfords. I saw a boy wearing rusty red pants, ankles rolled, with those boat-shoes-turned-to-boots. And this other girl had skinny khakis with black riding boots. SO EQUESTRIAN.
Fabulous. So fabulous.
And then I got myself a big, ol’ patterned wool sweater that I’m really proud of. I wore it when it was rainy last week and I showed up to class and saw that a guy was wearing a blue version of basically the same sweater (guy version without the boatneck) in blue. It was hilarious to me. SWEATER TWINS!
But now it’s 80 degrees outside (and inside!) and I feel like I should have worn shorts today. My caramel macchiato had to be ordered iced, it was imperative.
So this is MY fall outfit, which I had to specifically put on because there was no way I was wearing it in 80 degree weather today. Wool sweater? pfffft.