A sunday morning, feeling cherry like the lining of my first vintage faux fur.

The garden fern creeps, its unspiraling fingers grasping at fur.

An old coat, a tarnished locket, and soft folds of silk pleating.

The skin on my bones awaits the warmth of the morning's sun.

...And the hook for turning on the water spouts sits silently watching.

Where to get my look:

ankle cropped pants | j.crew
button down cardigan | banana republic
faux fur coat | vintage
golden buckle signature ferragamos | vintage
locket | forever 21

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