It’s true; I have. I can’t commit to caring for one at this point in my life, so I’ll make do with a shiny metallic equivalent. (Maybe I’ll get one when I move to New York for mortician school. Let’s see how many stereotypes I can fulfill, shall we?)
I took these pictures immediately after coming in from the wind and soft rain. My hair looks the way I wish it always would.
Here’s an example of how a mature coat can look simple and youthful. An interesting contrast to yesterday’s permutation.
I really like outerwear as the centerpiece of an outfit.
I like my face here. I feel all spunky and devil-may-care.
Coat: Old Gold Pants & Spider Necklace: Christmas Orange Necklace: Boutique in Maine Boots: Handed down from Mom