wearing sweaters in the summer

Okay this is somewhat laughable living in Atlanta, and was much more attainable when I lived in Minnesota (miss you so much Minnesota ♥️)

But there is something so nice about putting on a cotton sweater over your pjs, sliding on flip flops, and walking out to your garden at 630 am in the summer, coffee in hand. Of course, in Atlanta that sweater must be discarded by 7am. But those 30 minutes are cozy and blissful.

I could write an entire essay on my love for sweaters and how they are the workhorse of my wardrobe. But a summer sweater is just 🤌🏼🤌🏼