Vintage/secondhand everything, except the bag from L.L.Bean Signature
It may be the middle of September, but dang if it isn't still plenty hot enough to rock the cutoffs (the sweater even proved stifling after a couple blocks.) Spent the morning in bed and the afternoon wandering around the city, eventually stopping in to Kinokuniya to pour over back issues and books on interior design for tiny spaces. Speaking of which--Anja is trying to get together a clever "subscription service" for the amazing Fudge Magazine over on her blog, worth checking out if you live someplace where it can be hard to find (so...just about anywhere outside of Japan itself!)
My reward for not succumbing to FNO hysteria Friday night and spending $23 on a bottle of nail polish? A single, perfect stem of Tuberose from my favorite strange old flower man at the Farmer's Market. He told me a story about some rich idiot who bought 40 stems ("bah, the price doesn't matter!") for his hotel room, and woke up in the middle of the night choking on the overwhelming perfume. Aaaaah, rich people problems!