When I emerged from our bedroom in this outfit Kendrick took one look at me and said “You look like a Black Crowe.”
I’ll take that as a compliment.
It’s comprised of four pieces – jeans, boots, tunic, hat – that I wear so often that it’s getting a little weird (that tunic, incidentally, is a maternity top that I swore up and down I’d keep wearing after the baby, and yep: totally have), and a cardigan that I’ve owned for three or four years but have never worn because it’s just…a lot. I mean, it’s big. And fuzzy. And kind of oddly fancy. And not especially appropriate when there is a really excellent chance that someone will vomit on me over the course of any given day.
But in keeping with the mindset of this post, I decided to just…
wear it.
With whatever.
It’s true: if you just get a little unprecious about things, suddenly your wardrobe opens way up – and things get way more fun (and fuzzier).
On Me: Hale Bob Cardigan ℅ (similar); Destination Maternity Tunic; Zara Jeans; Mustang Stitch Boots ℅ Frye; Tom Ford Sunglasses; Urban Outfitters Hat; Nashelle Earrings; NARS Semi-Matte Lipstick in Heat Wave.
