I know many ladies (and gents) on the web are big fans of cats...I however, am not. It's not that I actively dislike the furry creatures, it's just that given the choice between a cat and a dog, I'd choose the latter every time. Slightly ironic I suppose since my family has often referred to me as being cat-like--my mother likes to call me the "cat who walks alone" (from the Kipling story, "originally all the tame animals were wild, but especially the Cat: he walked by himself and all places were alike to him"). All of this rambling to say: there's a cat pocket on my dress and it's still pretty awesome.
Outfit details:
Gryphon trench coat
ASOS tights
Korkease oxfords
I do enjoy lace tights like these. It's not that I'm particularly fond of any tights (would rather live somewhere with an eternal summer!), but as I like skirts and dresses I do have to wear something to keep my legs warm as the temperatures drop. I wear solid tights more often than patterned ones like these as the family dogs do love to jump on me and I tend to snag my tights myself by climbing on rocks or wandering through the woods. Still, they're rather pretty while they last...
These re-imagined hair combs by illustrator 
Our home is apparently a popular stop for birds migrating south this winter. I keep seeing hordes of them down by the water and as I was taking these pictures flocks and flocks of starlings kept soaring through the air (on the other side of my tripod, so unfortunately none ended up in my pictures!). Their wings were so loud it sometimes sounded like a train was coming down the track towards me, which was a bit unsettling.
"Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Each November day passes away so quickly and I miss the slow fade of summer evenings. Now night seems to chase the sun from our sky and the temperatures dip with the dying light. It's the traditional season to abandon our usual pursuits outside and gather indoors with good food and company. There's comfort to be found in those quiet hours swaddled in blankets, nibbling on cookies, but I can't help but feel a sort of waste of a day if my feet haven't wandered far beyond my doorstep...
