I really wasn't kidding about that tale of the borrowed New Yorker subscription. Scout's honor is taken quite seriously on here, in case you haven't noticed (register for future reference). All random truths aside, I'll be the first to self-deprecate about the fact that I spent nearly thirty minutes of an extensive Labor Day weekend perched on a Narnian bridge, educating myself on tongue-in-cheek fiction. It makes sense, given the amount of time left until I'm cavorting around Manhattan without ample reading-material carrying space. Opposable thumbs can only grip so much.
(h&m shirt, zara jeans)
Update on my search for that heat-resistant sweater: not yet found. I'm feverishly crossing my fingers that the next three days are fortunate. Though, I'm starting to think I'm in over my head. Please indulge me in my disillusionment.