Many of my free summer days have been spent arm in arm with a cliche of a story: reading books beyond my full understanding in local eclectic coffee shops. Either I am excessively enjoying my solitude to a hermit's level, or I am with another and speaking without a pause, until my drink sits lukewarm and enfeebled.
There are lots of ways to express my feelings on the ending of this season. The following is the most accurate.
SUMMER, DON'T GO. PLEASE. LOVE ME.
Sweater: Forever 21, buy HERE. It's only 47 inches (awkward), I stretched it to be more maxi-length.
Bag: Aldo (old)
Jeans: New Look
Flats: similar HERE
Ring: Boscov's
Shoes: similar HERE
Mustache Hijab: Ross
Clutch: Newlook.com
Aztec-print rayon pants/long knitted cardigan: anywhere, mine are from Ross (love you, Ross)
Bag: Ann Klein "Petal Pushers" via Boscov's
Shirt: H&M
Flats: similar HERE
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” -Henry James
