Four grown kids, five delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A newly retired academic, I read, knit, run, garden, and more on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. The other foot (pied à terre, indeed) is in the city, where I shop, visit museums and galleries, go to the opera. . .
This J Crew top (edited to add: it's actually a blouse, not a sweater, made of a heavy-ish polyester woven crepe, quite nice for a synthetic) is one of those my-sister-made-me-buy it purchases, an impulse buy on an unscheduled but fun pop-into-the-shops with my Mom and one of my sisters. As desirable as it seemed in the store back in September, that somehow hadn't translated into ripping the tags off, until just this last week when I decided I'd better fit it into the mix. And after all that waiting, it seems that the impulse may have been justified after all. I see this being a practical, comfortable, smart-looking addition to my closet.
Either alone, or covered up by a jacket or, as below, a long cashmere cardigan.
Some variety to the posing? Okay. . . .
And then time to head out the door. My trusty grey cashmere Banana Republic coat, a real trooper that's still earning its keep 4 or 5 years after I bought it on sale. Ditto my zebra fine-weight cashmere scarf, bought 3 or so years ago at the now defunct local boutique, A to Zebra, gone but not forgotten . . .
Besides the J Crew top, the skirt is Club Monaco (black-denim look in a knit); the cardi is Bompard; coat BR; and the booties are my beloved old faithful Fluevog Giulias. . . .