Even If The Woods Aren't Clear

Each November day passes away so quickly and I miss the slow fade of summer evenings. Now night seems to chase the sun from our sky and the temperatures dip with the dying light. It's the traditional season to abandon our usual pursuits outside and gather indoors with good food and company. There's comfort to be found in those quiet hours swaddled in blankets, nibbling on cookies, but I can't help but feel a sort of waste of a day if my feet haven't wandered far beyond my doorstep...

Outfit details:
PJ by Peter Jensen sweater
thrifted skirt


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