oh, that's right: it's fall in new york.  today i'm wearing corduroys (my favorite kind of pants!), a long-sleeved shirt, and a sweater.  i love it.  (please don't ruin this moment by discussing what the weather will be like in 2 months.)

i have a vivid memory of being like 5 years old and hating corduroys because i thought everyone could hear my pants swishing as i walked, and i was self-conscious of this.  consequently, i wore a lot of skirts.  looking back, i find this hilarious.  swish away, pants!  you are so comfy and pretty that i no longer care.