sweater: banana republic (custom buttons added by me)
shirt: old navy
pants: gap from the 1990's
flats: urban (sadly, lost in the leaves in the first photo)
Winter is coming, and soon, so I wanted to break out my favorite black pants one last time. I've had these since, oh, about 1997, when my mother forced them on me with her usual pragmatism ("black pants are so practical!"). When I grew too tall to wear them long, I just rolled them up. Oh, and they are PERFECT for bike-riding in the sun.
The sweater was also a mother-gift, and I recently sewed on new buttons. Why, you might ask? Not because I didn't like the old buttons (matching and cloth-covered), but because my boyfriend's demented cat--who regularly eats cereal, toilet paper, and hair elastics--gnawed two of them off while my head was turned. Thanks to childhood sewing classes, I snipped off the remaining original buttons and sewed on new ones in a snap.