Trench? Handmade, thrifted
Skinnies? Gap Outlet
Boots? Stuart Weitzman, Winners
Shirt? Joe Fresh
Purse? Vintage boutique
Autumn is my least sarcastic season. I have something smart-ass to say about everything (sometimes that's not so good) but the beauty of fall turns me into a big ball of mush. I have the privilege of working on some amazing properties and lately there have been glorious moments when the sun cracks through the cloud cover illuminating all the golden leaves and I feel so thankful. I start with being thankful for the beauty around me and it spreads to a general feeling of thankfulness... our families, our friends, our jobs, our home, our kitties... It all begins with some colourful leaves and it ends with secret little tears of thankfulness.
It's a good thing a long, cold Canadian winter follows the fall. Too much of these good feelings and I might turn into a nice person.
I love this bubble-hem trench almost as much as the fall. I would describe exactly how much I love it but I think I just used up all the positive adjectives in the dictionary in the first paragraph.