by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This post is dedicated to how I believe Frost's countryside traveler would've dressed. Most of the pieces I've selected here are vintage items from Etsy.com and thus are slightly more expensive than clothes from your average discount retailer such as Forever 21 or H&M. Sorry if you're broke (like me)!!
Please see the post below for why I chose this poem, my interpretation of the poem, as well as my modern take on travel-wear.
Left: Camel Brown Leather Cropped Vest; Right: 70s Short-Sleeve Blouse
Left: Knee-Length Navy Blue Tartan Skirt; Right: 80s Coach Crossbody Bag
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