Fall Girl
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
It's fall. The best of all the seasons. I will fight you on this so don't even @ me. This is where I draw the line in the sand and plant my flag. This is the hill I am prepared to die on.
I can hear you summer girls getting ready to holler but please hear me when I tell you that thigh chafing is not cute. Neither is picking that super cute sundress off of your derrière when you get up from brunch. Some of us have hair that simply won’t be tamed or play along the second it hits a wall of humidity. And don’t forget the runny mascara BECAUSE OF THE HEAT.
Perhaps I’m biased because my birthday is mid-September and therefore actually the start of a new year for me. It’s also the start of a new school year, a time of new beginnings and reinvention. School clothes, school supplies…academic planners. (Did you hear me whisper that with reverence?) It’s for sweaters and coats and scarves and hats. Knee high boots, jewel tones, and yes, a good plaid. It's not too hot and not yet too cold. It's crisp.
Just right.
It’s for sunflowers and mums and pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins. Crunchy leaves. Hayrides, bonfires, s’mores, flavored coffees, hot chocolate. FOOTBALL. The beginning of the end of the year holiday marathon that starts with Halloween and runs into what some might call the best holiday of the year, Thanksgiving, followed of course by Christmas.
Should I keep going?
It’s for curling up on the couch with a cozy blanket and getting lost in a good book. The smells of chili or a roast in the slow cooker. Naps.
If summer is when we go out and vacation and explore, then fall is when it’s time to come home.