It’s in the mid-seventies here in California, but I’m dreaming of sweater weather. This editorial seemed too pretty not to share — the third look kills me. My grandmother recently returned from the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland and hasn’t stopped talking about the gorgeous, understated knits all her fellow theater-goers were wearing. “Nothing ostentatious about it, just beautiful, luxurious, hand-knit stuff. You should have seen the women, so understated, so chic…they wore them oversized, wrapped, belted…” she gushed. I’m trying to be grateful for the never-ending sunshine, but dear California, won’t you throw me even a hint of a cool autumn breeze…?
(via My Dubio)