It rained all last night and all that weather left a warm-ish, slightly dreary day in its wake. There were occasional bursts of sunshine this morning, but the atmosphere outside lent itself more to muted colors and somber feelings than anything bright. After dressing and doing my hair, I turned toward the mirror for one last inspection and was struck by the impression that I looked (if only to myself) like a Russian poet from the early to mid 20th century. Maybe I've read too much Anna Akhmatova in college literary and history classes, but that was what came to mind and today it felt just right.

I'd wanted to post pictures from our Halloween party, but my husband seems to have taken his camera with him today when he left the house. Hopefully I'll be able to put one or two pics up later. I made my costume by hand and although it wasn't terribly creative, I am awfully proud of how it came out. Breaking in my first sewing machine is turning out to be more fun than I could have imagined.

(Please click on any of the photos if you wish to enlarge them:)

Sweater: Gift
Skirt: Thrifted
Belt: Thrifted
Tights: American Apparel
Necklace: Anthropologie
Purse: Thrifted
Shoes: Clarks