Jeans and Gelato.

During the summer, I unintentionally stocked up on thick cotton sweaters. The kind that you think, yes, I will wear this to the beach! I will wear it hanging out on the porch during summer nights, with shorts and dirty sneakers and maybe a sparkler, some ice cream, tall grass at dusk, that sort of thing, but then you end up wearing it never because the reality of the weather where you (I) live is that it's 92 degrees with a humidity of four-hundred-and-seventy (which looks much more impressive and oppressive if you write it out), so you don't wear the sweaters all summer.

Thankfully, I'm stuck in that weird place season-wise when there is no committing to anything. Wool sweaters are the worst idea (tried it, was miserable) but a nice cotton one will do nicely if it's a bit breezy and there are equal threats of sunshine and rain. I somehow ended up with this sweater in two colors (the other I wore earlier this week to go get lunch in

super casual outfit), but I have no problem admitting that the mustard stripe is, marginally, my favorite. 

Jeans: J. Crew (circa 2008); Sweater: J. Crew (Summer 2011); Shoes: Seychelles by way of Anthropologie; Pin: Vintage, ebay; Bag: Vintage, mom; Glasses: Forever21; Gelato: from my work!

I'm starting to notice that there are also things in my wardrobe that have stuck around for a while. For so long you're growing out of things or destroying them because you're twelve and you run around and spill things and things either don't fit or are unwearable before long. Then, all of the sudden you realize you've had a pair of jeans for four or five years and that suddenly just seems weird. 

I think I've had these since 2007 or 2008? I hardly wear them, although I do really love them, mostly because they require heels. I also feel a bit self conscious on them, I feel like my legs are more on display somehow than in a skirt. Thankfully, I didn't toss them into a bag during one of my Oh My God I Have To Get Rid Of Everything moments, and suddenly flares are resurfacing a bit. 

And of course, where would I be without my little fox friend?

Pictures by John M.