from last to first.

Just before autumn fell, Hags and I fit in one last bare-legged afternoon, which I remember quite fondly for just that reason - the fact that it was bare-legged. Although I do love wearing sweaters and scarves almost as much as I love my dog, which is saying a lot for inanimate objects.my mama's banana republic shirt, j.crew shorts, j.crew flats, vintage necklace, american eagle aviatorsI find that with a 'last' always comes a 'first', and while I won't be shufflin' the streets in my favorite olive green shorts, and Haggies won't be waddlin' around in her spiffed out studded sandals for a solid few months, I will now be relying heavily on my mother's closet to clothe me...