"Winter" wear

Today, I fed my inner child a doughnut with a ton of colorful sprinkles. My inner child was very happy. My outer adult was all like "Didn't you say you were giving up sugar? What's going on? What's happening here?" Sprinkles, people. They are irresistible. That is what's going on. That is what's happening here.

This is what I wore to feed my inner child and be chastised by my outer adult.

The big ol' sweater has a big ol' collar. My opinion about it changes every time I wear it.

But that sweater is old news. These boots are new! As in I actually bought them without someone else owning them first. I've been wanting boots like this for a long time and finally went for it. I bought them from Delia's online. That pleased my inner 14 year old.

This is what the sweater looks like when the big ol' collar isn't all buttoned up. I prefer the sweater this way.

 Here, I'm pretending it's cold. Because it's February. And it's supposed to be cold in February.

But actually I spent my doughnut-date with Robert dressed like this. (But my facial expression was less ridiculous and more normal and human and pleasant.) I was too warm in the sweater. This dress isn't amazing from the front, but the back? 

The back is where it's at! Look at that! There are buttons! And a cut out! Yes!

The back of my boots are a pretty big deal too. I plan to wear these for the rest of the winter. And by winter, I might mean "winter." I'll wear these as long as it's cooler than 65 degrees.

(Dress and sweater thrifted. Boots: Delias's. Sock tights: Who knows. I probably bought them from Delia's when I was 14 years old.)