A plushy old-man cardigan+chiffon sack-shaped dress+shoes sans any semblence of a heel= my version of dressing for comfort
|(dress: Brandy Melville, sweater and shoes: vintage)|
I took my obsession with all things 90s a step further today and threw on a spaghetti strap dress for an afternoon of studying in one of my favorite cafes. After I spent a few seconds reveling in this floral, glorified slip dress' lack of a body-clinging waistband or really anything even remotely uncomfortable, an oversized cardigan seemed like the only logical compliment because it most closely mimics the feel and warmth-level of a bathrobe and these woven shoes needed almost no convincing because of the negligible effort needed to step into them (on lazy Sundays the absence of laces or cumbersome clasps is always welcome). All in all, the whole combination was deliciously anti-body-con and nonsensical for the persistent chill (by California standards).
I'm fairly certain the day weather conditions actually hold sway over my wardrobe decisions will be nothing short of apocalyptic.