Dress and Belt, thrifted.  Tights, Boots, and Jacket, Target. Bag, Chanel. Ring, Nordstrom Brass Plum.

It’s one of those awkward days when the mildly boring ambiance lends to overdosing- contemplation.  After gallivanting through a quasi-mini series of mindless errands like a girl on a freakish undertaking, writing for hours on end, and ambling about the house…  I found myself strangely capsulated by the yore and all that lies beyond my reach.  Ever had one of those?  Seemingly the variety of day when you’re footing alone outside beneath a puddle of gray overcast–obscured by thought–wondering if life should be different. 

Not better or worse… just different. 

By the sophistry of will, I of course drafted a list… a reiteration of events so to further scrutinize this chaotic disarray inside my brain.  Subsequently, the only minimalistic product, and not a great one at that, was of course the absurd list.

As for this fastidious garb selection, I adore this ensemble and anything measured slightly if not extremely atypical from the median.  Conversely, I know a lot of girls who would definitely wear this.  It’s chic in a street savvy way that transitions from day to night easily.

Black tights and ankle boots, I’m thinking, look great with just about anything, making them the perfect autumn staple.