Scrooged.

The holidays can be difficult. There's no sun, it's cold outside (except maybe not this year), you have to run around and not only buy presents for people, but figure out what the hell they want, and it's easy to get into moods where you're like, "Damn I feel you, Scrooge McDuck. I wish I had a vault with rolling money hills that I could go swimming in instead of dealing with all this mess." I actually wish that all year round, but come November and December I wish it especially hard. But even Scrooge McDuck had a Christmas special where he was visited by ghost ducks, and they showed him how great and revitalizing the holidays are. Furthermore, they taught him how it's kinda fucked up to be a curmudgeon, and he was like, "Ok, ghost ducks. Ok. You're right. Here's a goose. I hope that doesn't qualify as cannibalism." Or, A Christmas Carol as told by me and ghost ducks. My point is, I went on a walk yesterday and in my neighborhood there were three ducks sleeping in someone's ditch (Texas), and I was like, "Ok, ghost ducks: you're not actually ghostly, but you're sleeping which is close enough, so you win: I won't be a curmudgeon."

So Happy Holidays, y'all.

J. Crew flower sweater and taffeta skirt.

Zara flats.

Noir earrings.