Usually I feel like powerful and cute as hell clothing-wise when the weather gets colder. This year is has been an exception in many ways, including how cute I dress and how often. Today I looked nice to go to the laundry room and take out garbage for about 4 hours before my sweater became too hot for the comparative heat wave we’ve been experiencing (80s now vs. the 60s and 70s last week).
Sweater that’s too warm for the transitional temperatures: Loft. Joggers covered in cat hair and mysterious crumbs: gifted, because I asked for sweatpants from the in-laws for my birthday. Goth Fembot/Ariana Grande Lite slippers, Chinese Laundry (please be careful going down the stairs if you get these, I need to scuff up the soles because I almost slipped and fell down the stairs the first time I wore them). Long, very screamy patched tabby: rescued.