I'm silently wishing away the hot weather so I can start comfortably wearing fuzzy things like some new fleece-lined tights I found at Urban Outfitters
over the weekend (they are literally the softest things to go over my legs). But I know I'll regret that two weeks in. Not even. I'm already freezing at night in the 50s - I never last in the cold. Anyway for a reason unknown, I feel I've been somehow Parisian-influenced as apparent in my last couple looks. Maybe it's because they master cold weather chic. Maybe it's because I'm subconsciously screaming myself to get over to the foot of the Eiffel Tower and eat a croissant. I don't know, but I do know that this Dolce Vita
romper is enough to quell my Parisian infatuation in the meantime.