Still in the limbo of the summer and autumn in-between. Hot one minute, cold the niex. But almost unnoticeably I've already strated dressing darker. (And I'm continuing the 'making-skirts-and-tops-look-like-a-dress'-thing. Not that there's any point with that really since skirts are skirts and tops are tops, dresses are dresses. But, whatever, it's fun anyway)
The ribbon around my waist was originally part of a rather psychedelic polyester jacket, found on a flea market and sold away long ago already. The jacket may be gone but the ribbon stayed and nowadays wear it in my hair or around my waist. (Versatility points added.) It always gives me this kind of folk-y slavish vibe.
