that one time I bought tennis shoes

I've been offered a pair of new tennis shoes a few times between now and six years ago, but always ended up spending my allotted seasonal new shoe on something a little more representative of my style.  My style pays little to no attention to functionality  and thus my little feet are squished and contorted to fit into whatever shoe fits my fancy, not my arch. I mean, tennis shoes are for the athletic driven not the aesthetic driven.
My dad however, was appalled at my lack of athletic-wear and almost drug me to Dick's to pick out a new pair of tennies, probably hoping new clothes might inspire my usually dormant drive to participate in athletic activity. I picked out the brightest pair I could find and Leandra Medine has them so... sorry, Dad, no 5K's just yet.
I have managed to sport them on a weekly basis and I'm ready to admit my fault. These Nike Free's are the most comfortable things my precious pedi have ever rested inside. My apologies for the previous hate directed toward those perpetually caught in activewear.
Per my usual nature, I couldn't just save my new Nikes to accompany jogging shorts and T-shirts. Lets be real, those are my pajamas. I simply slipped them on when a neon shoe seemed fitting and that's probably never, so I threw them on with some leather skinnies and a flower-print button-down.

 [shirt-zara, pants-h&m, shoes-nike]

Thanks, Katie Hall for the pictures xo

red leather pants aren't for special occasions

I have truly embodied the fall leather trend this season. From delicate details to full on leather leggings, I seem to be drawn to all things animal-skinned.

After first spotting these burgundy beauts in the back of H&M, I just knew they were destined for  greatness, stealing the spotlight over the majority of my neutral closet.  I have been waiting to break these babies out for a couple of months now. I had to wait until the weather proved worthy of the unforgivingly hot material. I'd say I'm on the more daring side when it comes to fashion choices, so I just couldn't wait for a special occasion to adorn my wintry pale legs in the faux leather-ish burgandy skinnies. The time is now.

To relinquish the fabric from its proverbial state (usually associated with sweaty dominatrix or motorcycle-riding bandits), I paired said pleather treasure with my prudish cowl neck sweater. And thus, a paradoxical fashion couplet is born.

[sweater/pants-h&m, shoes-c/o Lily, peacoat-forever21]
Pictures: Sarah Thigpen