This was my take on comfort for a day at Gothenburg's botanical garden. My tired mind somehow tricked me into thinking that I had absolutely no wearable clothes of my own, causing me to more than gladly turn to my mother's closet. This tends to happen regardless of the number of hours I've slept, but sleep deprivation is going to have to be my excuse for the day. There's something strangely comforting about wearing her clothes and something ever so pleasing about matching stripes with stripes. Then of course there's the shoes. I never thought hand me down Nike's could make me so happy, but they never fail to treat me well.
(Pants from Urban Outfitters, tank and cardigan from GAP, purse from H&M, Nike shoes)