A fall makeover in my go-to outfit.

T-shirt and Levi's denim cutoffs, Urban Outfitters. Leopard print tights, H&M. Black Everest platform boots, Jeffrey Campbell/Nelly.com.

(Photos by me.)

When I found these Levi's cutoffs hidden in the back of a shelf at Urban Outfitters in New York, I instantly knew that they were meant for me. There was only one pair, and without even trying them on, I could tell that they would fit perfectly. (OK, I did try them on, of course. I mean, just to be sure. Hmm.) I honestly have to stop myself each morning when I get dressed, or I would wear them every single day!

This is their fourth appearance on the blog - I wore them here, here and here - and since they're pretty much the corner stone of my wardrobe at the moment, it seemed quite appropriate that they got to be in my new header.

Yeah, I decided it was time to give the blog a bit of a fall makeover. I feel like right now I need less bright and peachy cheerfulness, and more calm, blue softness. Other than that, everything's just like it's always been - I'm even laying on the same spot in my garden as in the last header, still wearing light blue denim shorts, a splash of leopard print and with Jeffrey Campbells on my feet! If it ain't broke, why fix it, right?

And speaking of items I could wear daily if I didn't remind myself that I actually do own other pieces of clothing: ah, leopard print tights, how I adore thee! I have no idea how many pairs I actually own, but it has to be somewhere around ten, because at the moment there's a pair thrown in each and every corner of our extremely messy house. A lot of them are ripped and torn from being worn way too many times, but I don't care (I tell myself it's, eh, "punk"). So, obviously they had to be in the new header, as well. (Three outfits with leopard-clad legs: worn with orange wedges, sequins and black and white brogues, and my favorite black dress.)

And if you haven't already noticed that I have a very unhealthy obsession with Jeffrey Campbell shoes, well, I do. I'm going to have to open a JC museum one day - then I'll have an almost decent excuse for owning way, way, way too many pairs. 

Haha, now I made it sound like I styled an outfit specifically to make a new header! And maybe I did, subconsciously? Can't rule it out! Or - more likely - it's only natural it turned out like that, since this could easily be called my "go-to outfit" these days. Comfortable clothes for hanging out at home, not nearly as comfortable shoes to keep myself from being too bored with they way I look when I leave the house.

But right now, I'm putting on a pair of flat boots and I'm off to yoga class!

Sticks and stones may break my bones, Sticks and Stripes may... get me hypes?

Light-blue flowy summer dress, Sticks and Stripes. Light pink bowler hat, Monki. Cheetah print peep-toe wedges with ankle straps, luichiny.

(Photos by me.)

Today summer decided to make a surprise reappearance, and it seemed like an opportunity as good as any to wear my new, fabulously flowy dress from Sticks and Stripes. I have so much respect for founder Brit Furgeson, who truly takes responsibility for the environmental aspects of her designs: the fabric she uses for her dresses is made out of wood pulp (and is so wonderfully fluid and light!), and for each purchased dress, Sticks and Stripes will plant a tree on your behalf. I'm always inspired by people who are actually making an effort to sustain our incredible planet - and it's a much-needed reminder that I ought to work a lot harder myself when it comes to this subject.

I got these cheetah print wedges in NYC, and I can't decide if I love or hate them. Which is basically a good thing. That keeps things interesting, and it means that at least they're not too plain! If you decide you hate them because of their immense tackiness, I completely get it. But I came to the conclusion that I do love them... at least today I do.

(Oh, and the stupid title of this post is simply a case of really bad Lookbook.nu humor.)

This Mod(ern) Love.

Leopard print 60's dress and blue blazer, vintage. Black bowler hat, Monki. Grey/light pink over knee socks, Asos.com. White boots, Dr. Martens, from Nelly.com. Red satchel, The Leather Satchel Co.

(Photos by my little sister Amanda - thank you baby!)

Saying I'm not really a party girl would still be a gigantic understatement. Not that I don't like to go out and have fun with my friends - but ever since we moved out to the countryside a year and a half ago, and especially since we got our kitties, going out has become somewhat of a project that I very rarely have the energy to commit to. The upside is that when I do, I usually enjoy myself times a thousand!

My little sister Amanda turned 18 in July and yesterday we decided to go out together for the first time. She borrowed my sensationally sparkly Disco Pony blazer, I curled my hair and put on some kind of mod inspired outfit, and we went to a party that a group of my old and dear friends were throwing on a boat in the Stockholm southern harbor. (Photos to be posted!)

I will admit I felt a tad bit overdressed on our way to the party... but when we got there some guy told me I reminded him of Kate Bush, and I felt quite awesome again.

Curly Sue in Panama.

Purple top and grey blazer, Forever 21. Levi's denim cutoffs and panama hat, Urban Outfitters. Red bag, Indiska. Grey over knee socks, Asos.com. Red Jeffrey Campbell Everests, Solestruck.com. 

(Photos by me.)

No time for the written word today - I'm off to the vet with the kitties, time for their annual vaccination. Can't say I'm too excited about it, since it's pouring outside and I can barely hear the music I have on for all the bursts of thunder. But then again, they say the inside of a car is the saftest place to hide out in a thunderstorm. Maybe not a moving car, though? When it's raining this hard it simply can't be safe to drive!

Very briefly about the outfit: this is what I wore yesterday, in that glorious gap between summer and fall. Cold enough for a blazer, warm enough for shorts. Weather perfection! Everything but the bag and socks was bought in NYC, and from the moment I saw the Everests, this is how I wanted to style them.

I still can't use my tripod, so these photos were taken with my camera propped up on a ladder. Yes, that's why I happened to cut my own feet off in the photo where I'm sitting down, haha!

Ooops, that's right, the vet it is. Poor babies, they're not too crazy about needles and syringes. I think they get that from me.

I'm With The Band.

Cropped print t-shirt, Forever 21. Black skirt, Urban Outfitters. Cheetah print tights, H&M. Red bag, Indiska. Bright orange suede wedges, Nelly.com. Lipstick, "Are you red-dy" (LOL, as the kids say these days) by Maybelline.

(Photos by my wonderful friend and soon-to-be classmate Anna!)

Yep. My shirt says "I'M WITH THE BAND". Yep. It's corny. But it's also a loving nudge at the 18 year old Annika who was 100% certain she could never, ever fall in love with someone who didn't play the guitar in an indie band (she - allright, I - actually used to walk around in a cut-off t-shirt that said "Support local music - Sleep with a musician". I knooow! Spare me the judgement!).

These photos were taken in a rush early this morning by the extremely efficient Anna, who managed to take no less than two-hundred-and-eighty-four photos in five minutes. I'm no math wiz, but I believe that's almost a photo per second. Naturally, most of them looked like this:

...but, as you can see above, she also got a couple of decent ones. I decided that she passed the test, and hired her on the spot to be my official School Outfit Photographer this fall!

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Okay, that was just my weird way of letting you know that today, Anna found out that she got in to the same creative writing course as the one I'm going to be in, so in two weeks we're going to become classmates. I am sooooo excited to have such a good friend in my class, and I truly can't wait for the term to start! It's been over three years since I graduated from University and I really didn't think I'd miss school nearly as much as I do. Not my specific program, just... school in general.

I miss the books, the lectures, the teachers, the endless cups of cheap coffee - and I never  thought I'd say this, but I even miss getting up early in the morning! Sleeping until late does get a little old after a while - it's hard to appreciate something when you're not reminded now and again what it's like without it. So, yeah, I'm looking forward to having to get up at six thirty, packing my satchel full of books, leaving the house at dawn, when the air is still crisp from the night. Nodding off at the commuter train, hiding my yawns from the professors so they won't think I find what they're talking about boring, falling asleep in front of the tv right after dinner.

I know, I know, after only a few weeks I will regret ever writing these words. But then at least I'll learn to be grateful for the luxury of sleeping until ten every morning!