till all is bright, and clear, and still

I've been reading much Percy Bysshe Shelley. Have you ever noticed how many color words he uses? I should starting reading his poetry just to name my garments. I've also just discovered Lillian Hellman. Winter certainly beacons us to read more, I can't imagine living somewhere without 4 seasons, I am sure I would not like it. I rather like how winter forces a little more creative whereas outfits are concerned, in the warm months it is so easy because a dress and some cute shoes suffice, but when you have to layer it up you certainly get a change to be inventive. Not that I am being particularly inventive with this outfit, but you get the picture. And really when I went outside I dishonored this little outfit with some giant snow boots; we do what we must...

black wool sweater - Anthropologie (splurge!)

1950s boucle pencil skirt - thrifted

tights - Sock Dreams

black gold trimmed flats - thrifted

pink blush raw linen neckwarmer - purchased from a local artist in Austin, TX

And also, a shop update