but maybe I could get away with it . . .
Shoes, sweater, hat, coat, belt and purse: thrifted
Scarf: A very cherished gift from a very thoughtful friend. I am sorry you can't see all the different buttons in shades from cream to burnt orange and mustard. And it feels softer than a baby lamb slung over your shoulders. Well, I have never actually touched a baby lamb, but I have been completely preoccupied by the the thought of obtaining one for a day to just hold and pet. There is a fresh batch of them grazing alongside one of the roads I have been frequenting and I have nearly had to pull over to just get a closer look at them through the fence. I have imagined myself jumping over the fence and just grabbing one. It's a little nutzoid. But this scarf is doing me just fine for now. Thank you sweet friend for keeping me out of jail for attempted lamb stealing (since I know I would get caught. I ran the scenario over in my head. It's . . . sort of a bad idea. . . )