|Kate Spade Violetta dress, Jackie cardigan, Chie Mihara Genio|
I kept half singing the name in my head to the tune of Alouette...which apparently I never questioned the actual meaning of, some poor little lark punished for waking people too early, threatened with plucking, one body part at a time. I learned it phonetically as a child, and so never quite consciously understood the context. Now I feel the sinister threat in the sweet song... poor birdie, your little feathery head is safe, nothing can wake me in the mornings!
|J Crew cashmere striped Tippi, UO cords, assorted shirts, Aldo ankle boots|