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.
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?
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.