Day 13: No, Donny, these men are nihilists. There's nothing to be afraid of.

I don't know why this outfit reminds me of The Dude, but it does. Maybe because its the socially acceptable equivalent of leaving the house in a bathrobe and sweatpants? I don't know. But I'm gonna roll with it, because, basically, it is the socially acceptable equivalent of leaving the house in a bathrobe and sweatpants, and that's where I'm at today. Also, because any excuse to wear this sweater is a good excuse. Also, sweet merciful heaven, I am so deliciously cozy right now. These gloves came from my favorite thrift store, Village Merchants on Division. They are buttery soft and smell like pipe tobacco. Sometimes, I just bury my nose in my hands and breathe...true story.

Please note that I am having a random good hair day! Smashing! Don't you love it when that happens? Lately my hair has just been hideously awkward, and, while ordinarily my response to that would be a quick and vengeful snicker-snack with the vorpal scissors, I am resolved this time to persevere! The pixie years are over! I want pretty girl hair, dammit! Here are some close ups of my incredible scarf. The label is called Noa Noa, out of Denmark, and everything they make is magical and hideously expensive. This was a gift from some very lovely friends. Also, my pretty Victorian enamel earrings. They have been re-set with screw backs, as I do not have pierced ears!

 

Banana Republic wool trousers, swapped and altered; Sweatshirt, thrifted; Sweater coat, Anthropologie; NoaNoa faux fur lined obi/scarf/cowl thingy, gift; Silk blend OTKs, Sock Dreams; Carlos beaded boots, TJ Maxx; Vintage cashmere lined gloves, thrifted; Victorian enamel earrings, gift from Mom.