Honey Slides

Today's photos, taken of course by the spectacular G, kind of perfectly illustrate how my [seemingly] obligatory October Canadiana obsession is kicking in, which is as unsurprising of an event as always considering I go through it most every year when the leaves start to turn. In short, it consists of the urge wear a lot of destroyed denim and plaid, not comb my hair (which is generally hidden under one of my various fur trapper hats anyways), listen to nothing but Neil Young, and spend the majority of my spare time sitting in parks. Thankfully for me, this year it's actually kind of in style, so I don't look like a total sentimentalist loser when wandering about. Thank goodness for the fickleness of the fashion industry sometimes.

Yesterday I wore my favourite cowboy boots on the face of the planet, which made me insufferably happy. Why, you may ask? Well, for a couple of reasons and, since this is my tiny space on the internet, I see no reason as to why I shouldn't delve into them.
Firstly, they are unrivaled in their excellency at making that crunch noise when walking through a pile of leaves. And I know that I'm not the only one out there who loves that sound, as from what I've heard there's an entire facebook group devoted to similarly-minded folk.
Secondly and even more importantly, my wonderful suede boots are a hand-me-down from a friend's mom who was a pretty gosh darn rad redhead back in the day (and, come to think of it, still is), and basically became acquainted with Neil Young in what may or may not have been these boots. Oh yeah, and they're also in superb condition. Aren't well-kept sartorial items with a wicked history the most awesome thing ever? (I'm hearing a resounding "yes!" in my head right now to my obvious and rhetorical question)
The long weekend may be over, and I may currently be on a spending ban which is KILLING ME, but I'm devoted to making this week the best week possible. There's no better weather in the world than what we've got going on right now (Toronto actually looks pretty for once, which is a marvel in and of itself) and, in consideration of the fact that this generally only lasts for 2.5 milliseconds until unbearable winter grossness hits, why not revel in it as much as humanly possible?
Wearing

Sweater: Club Monaco

Tank: Chinatown, DIY-ed with studs...yeah, I totally had a little studding party on my balcony this weekend

Jeans: I don't know, the tags are worn off

Boots: handed down from someone unarguably way cooler than myself