Just by chance this morning, I decided to try the whole boyfriend look from the 1950s. Rolled up jeans, rolled down socks, curled hair, pony tail, converse, everything. My jacket, however, did not go with the ensemble and I decided to try and venture the day without it in Arizona in February. Leap Day, however, was a decidedly cold one, and, in the most appropriate outfit occurance to happen to me in some time, my boyfriend lent me his sweater. Perfect.
Sweater: Lent from Boyfriend