purse vintage from bohemian bisoux
A bit of winter white always makes me think of that dumb "no white after Labor Day" rule, which I never really understood because I tend to crave the color year round. This particular white frock was found on my last trip home to San Francisco and I think it works just as nicely with my favorite rusty tights as it will with bare legs and sandals when the weather turns warm again. Although that won't be happening any time soon! I've been slowly but surely adding to my arsenal of true winter gear, something I never had to worry much about in California. People keep saying that this winter is going to be a doozy and I'm secretly hoping it is, just so I can say that my first east coast winter was a legitimate one. Good thing there are hot chocolate shakes at Franklin Fountain to keep me going...