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.
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