Confession time: I have a cache of old outfit posts, just waiting in drafts to be published. The hitch? This year has been major in terms of style development and everything I was wearing just seems completely out of character at this point. I finally took the time to write a list of absolutes as far as my style goes. An all black ensemble definitely fits somewhere on that list, even in the spring and summer. The key for me is making sure that I have a variety of textures and fabrics to work with; that way, I don't ever get weighed down by the severe color in the warmer months.
A few months ago, a story went viral about an abandoned community in the Smoky Mountains. Many of my Facebook friends, locals and non locals alike, shared the story on their feeds. I wanted to see this magical place for myself, of course. But I quickly realized, like pretty much every other East Tennessean who read the story, that the photographer was talking about none other than Elkmont.
As we were walking back from a coffee run, I mentioned to my friend Ari that I could totally see how New Yorkers (especially attendees of New York Fashion Week) and those in other cold parts of the country eventually became immune to the idea of cold ankles. Until this outfit, I had been wearing nothing but snow boots and thick socks. I have definitely been yearning to break out some of my flats, be it sandals or loafers. When this pair arrived as a replacement for my well-loved vintage pair of Cole Haans that I finally had to donate, my common sense went out the window. I threw em on with my favorite outfit of all time (white button up and jeans), cold ankles be damned.