I have now work-tripped, vacationed elsewhere and returned and the cats couldn't be happier. While I'm to happy to be spooning cats again, I can't say I'm happy to be back in the gross city, smelling pissy midtown, dealing with 39823 tourists with rolling suitcases and a work inbox that won't quit.
Let's look at me in happier times for this installment of Outfit Roundup while I mull over why, exactly, I live in Brooklyn:
Walking to the small old cemetery
bag/Bookhou on Esty (custom vegan handle)
This one's fairly obvious.
At the Flea Market
sandals/sweatshop but resoled!
hat/flea market, probably sweatshop
pink case/vintage, @ flea
At my mom's wedding at the courthouse