via Secret Squirrel
Fine. I heart you.
P.S. I meant, somewhere it is fall, but not here: these are quite lovely perpetual summer clothes, the likes of which appeal to my inner granny (hello, tiny pleats and high-waists.). I do miss fallen leaves in Portland. And sometimes, I feel as if the perpetual summer that continues to brown my skin, providing with its warmth a non-stop offering of mosquito bites, is payback for all those years I complained about only having 3 months of Portland summer to don warm weather frocks.