Sleepwear on the Streets.

Believe it or not, I don't wear crop tops, see-through tops, or lace mini dresses on the reg. 

In fact, there's a good chance that 75% of the time I'm awake I'm dressed in something that might work just as well for sleeping. 

Behold: My father's old t-shirt and the comfiest sweater ever known to (wo)man. 

Overwhelmingly thick and luscious sweaters like these have become sort of a problem of mine. Not only do they account for a horrific portion of my nonexistent budget, but they take up more space in my suitcases, closets and drawers than any non-essential item ever should.

Except that they are essential. 

Why?

Because they make winter and fall so sinfully easy. Any potentially-unwashed outfit is hidden immediately beneath their all-consuming selves. And when that consumption manifests itself in a sketched cityscape bordered by everyone's favorite "oxblood", why argue?

sweater: Anthropologie, pants: Cheap Monday, boots: Franco Sarto

Admittedly, they do make getting dressed unsatisfyingly straightforward when you do happen to be in the mood to play around - so I'm committed to finding some weird new method of layering. It will, no doubt, taint the simplicity of the sweater, but...

that's what I do best: mess with a good thing. 

Cheers.