If I had just so much money to spend on coats right now, I'd buy these two:

(Tracy Reese via ModCloth)

(Lauren Moffatt via ModCloth)

Oh, hey, Monday. You sure snuck up on me again.

Pumpkin spice everything

(via Starbucks)

Am I the only person in the world not currently shitting myself over this? I don't want my beverages to taste like pumpkins. Give me a piece of pumpkin pie next to a latte or a beer and I'll be a happy girl, but I prefer them to remain separate food groups. 

On the other hand, I am currently shitting myself over mutton sleeves:

(via Posh Girl Vintage)

My favorite headline of today (and possibly ever):

Donatella Versace Actually Called Her Designs ‘Subtle’

Friday ftw

(Originally from thelaughingdalek)

This evening I watched "Covert Affairs" while I made a bunch of pie crusts for this brick oven party I'm going to tomorrow. (Any time I get to reference some brick oven party I'm going to, it makes me happy about the state of my life.) Anyway, I had this show playing in the background while I mucked around in flour and butter. As I watched, I realized that Annie Parker is a complete, unbearable Mary Sue.

I also realized that I feel most myself when I have my hands dug into something, when I'm baking or cooking or getting muddy. When I'm reattached to the physical world somehow. I spend so much time in my head. It's the danger of being an introvert raised by people who value thoughtfulness. There's almost never a time when I'm not thinking. It's a beauty and a relief when something takes me out of my head and back into the sensation of dough between my fingers, or moss under my feet. This is why I need to move back to the woods.

Monday, you are not cooperating with me. How about we split up for a bit, I take a nap, and then we start over later? Thanks.