Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall

Truer words my friend.

I woke up this morning to the most absolute wonderful feeling after a gloriously hot summer:

I was cold.  Which meant that the months of being in a love/hate relationship with my blanket were over.  I got to snuggle up deep under my covers with no worries that in an hour I would be sweating.

Fall is that wonderful time of the year when you don't have to scrape off your windshield, but you do turn on the heat in your car.

I had my first hot apple cider of the season today.  Love that stuff.  I don't even want to know how many Costco boxes of it I have consumed.

The colors are amazing.  And I don't even mean Seattle green and grey combined with the golds and reds, which is admittedly pretty spectacular, I mean jewel tones.  Wearing plums and peacocks with accents of citron and olive.  Layer after layer of charcoal and silver.  Wool, plaid, cable-knit, cashmere, sequins, sheepskin, leather. I think leather must be one of my absolute favorite things in the world.  The feel of suppleness against the skin is just so comforting and decadent at the same time.  For what more can you ask?

Did you say silver sequin skirt?  Because now you can come out of the depths of my closet and make my life wonderful again.  Because, for whatever reason, just like it seems wrong to wear copious amounts of white after labor day, it seems vulgar to wear sequins before it.  Like I'm trying to compete with the dazzle of summer.  But good news: fall is basically an invitation to prepare for the glitziest season of them all: Winter.

As much as I love going out and seeing people and doing outdoorsy things, I love that I can stay in now and not feel guilty because it's gross outside.  Thank you for assuaging my conscience Seattle.  You're the best.

Football happens again.  And also the sheer number of hours I spend discussing it with my Dad.  Watching games, and rehashing them, and then talking about how the players need to shape up, or just keep being totally awesome.  And predicting how they'll do in their next game.  Who they might recruit next year.  The fun never stops!

I feel like the whole season is basically the best excuse ever to bake everything and anything that sounds delicious.  Like donuts.  And pumpkin bars.  And anything containing apples or cinnamon.  On top of all it's other stellar qualities, Fall is totally delicious.

Fitzgerald knew what he was talking about.

It's not all our fault: Exhibit B

Exhibit B: Mr. Sketch Markers

In the words of the BFF, "mmmm...  Mr Sketch is delicious!"

These actually were first released in 1965... but all that really means is it's had more time to affect people.

Because it taught us how to sniff markers people.

Let's just sit quietly and think about that for a while.

Time for an Update

I love clocks.

I don't know if it was a product of growing up in a house where from any given angle in any room you can see at least two clocks, or the fact that the rhythmic ticking sound is terrifically comforting to me, but either way they are pretty spectacular and I totally believe in them.  The bigger the better.

So when I moved to Seattle about a year ago, I decided that a giant wall clock was one of my primary needs for a new apartment.  I found this little gem on ulta-clearance at Fred Meyer.  I wasn't certain that I loved it, but as my mother pointed out--you can't buy a 20" clock kit for as cheap as this was.

True.

So I bought it.  And the clock remained undisturbed inside of its original packaging through two moves, and multiple mental redesigns, until last night.  When I made the sudden decision that I was ready to paint it.

So I did.  I still mentally changed the design about three times after purchasing all the materials, but I think I like how it turned out.  

Survey says?

It's not all our fault: Exhibit A

Reasons why the Millennials turned out this way:

Exhibit A: Mall Madness

Let me be clear here.  The goal of this game was to spend money.  Faster than anyone else.  Whoever spent money the fastest won the game.  The game used the same marketing techniques stores use, that sales were limited time only, limited quantity, and that if you don't have it first you're missing out.  Mall Madness was like real life.  And the box had these really cool-looking girls on it who were shopping for rad things like boomboxes and those mini backpacks everyone had in the early 90s ( you know what I'm talking about.  Don't deny it).  Everyone who was anyone had it.  And we played it often.
We learned that as long as it's on sale, it's totally worth it-even if you don't need it.
We learned that whenever you spend all the money on your credit card, you just need to go to the ATM.  It's a magical money dispenser.
And we wonder why people have a hard time with money management if this is how we spend our formative years?
Because I don't wonder.  Mall Madness has a lot to answer for.  Other than being fully awesome of course.