“wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.” // c. simić
neither the elements nor the fact that i live with a rather small, and chatty early riser – not to mention the dog that needs to be fed at precisely 7.37am – make for my desire for an enormously warm and comfy blanket to be rather tenuous at best.
yet, i feel as if my need for both the weather to turn cooler and a duvet akin to the largest marshmallow on earth, is perhaps rooted in a deep affection – the way in which i revel in some serious, cool comfort.
i like nothing more than to wrap myself up in scarves, pull a wooly beanie low enough to almost not be able to see a thing, wear the capiest fjallraven luhkka known to man, and at the end of it all – settle myself in to the downiest duvet there ever was and sleep for days; or at minimum – 5 and a half hours.
the coats are a better bet.
➝ source : black los ojos cloak via lindsey thornburg
➝ source : houndstooth blanket coat via stella mccartney
➝ source : blue builders coat via vivienne westwood anglomania