Landon Cardigan - c/o Joie (also seen here)
lace top - thrifted
skirt - Anthropologie (sale rack - *might* still have some but I got it awhile ago)
bag - c/o Coach (old)
Kelsi Dagger booties - Gilt
I often borrow scarves from Bobby, who dutifully hangs his coats and scarves in an organized row - unlike my laundry pile castaways and behind-the-dresser stragglers. I can never seem to find my own scarves, because I take them off and sling them across the room in what I imagine to be a very dramatic fashion, or I drop them into a black hole. I could hang them, but that would be too logical - just like I could take my shoes off in one spot, but for some reason I find one in the bedroom and another by front door. I often wonder how this happens. I guess I just take one off, hobble a little and then kick the other one off wherever it lands. And then the next day, you hear me saying, "Where's my other shoe? Why can't I ever find my shoes?!" That's when there is a real issue - because I can borrow Bobby's scarves, his jeans, his socks, shirts, and even his keys, but definitely not his shoes. I bet he's happy about that.
And you know what I'm happy about? Actually having a place to store my shoes (and clothes). We're moving into a new apartment and I have a much roomier closet that will be put to good use. Celebration/organization time!