Photos by Isla, who makes it hard for me to not laugh in every photo!
cardigan vintage, thrifted
blouse j. crew
skirt vintage from hummingbird girls
knee socks c/o tabbisocks
I've been wearing knee socks a lot lately, a new habit that seems to elicit a wide variety of stares when I'm walking around. There is obvious joy from (creepy) old men, familiarity from young girls, and a general bewilderment on the faces of most women my own age. Knee socks are inherently youthful and it seems that there is no way to wear them without looking rather like a schoolgirl. Of course, with my penchant for short skirts and demure blouses, I went running with that look. It's not the first time and it certainly won't be the last, especially with this sock fever I'm experiencing. I'm sure I will get some kind of creepy email about it, much like the one I received recently that said simply: "I love jacking off to you on your blog." Er, thank you? Really warms the heart. Maybe I should change the name of the blog to Fanny Fine? ;)