(thrifted mens sweater, Otto Mode pleated skirt, Wittner motorcycle boots, Karen Walker sunglasses)
i have been trawling opshops far and wide in search of warm fuzzies to add to my growing knit army, and i found this chunky number hanging on the menswear section of my local salvos. i imagine it belonged to some really cool grandpa, or maybe a saxophone-playing jazz player. the boyfriend thinks it's creepy and gross when you think of who used to own all the 2nd hand amazingness that find their way into my wardrobe, but i like thinking of the story behind each piece. i reckon it gives it so much more character, and i love it even more because of the life it's seen.
i'm loving all this cloudyness we've been having. i find it's been fitting my moods perfectly. i put on some adelle and it's always a good day.
xxx
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