Getting happy about Fall may have a lot to do with the fashion and novelty lattes and other peripheral bonai, but for me, and how I tend to be about shut-eye [like a ferocious, protective puma], Fall’s all about the reemergence of quality sleep. I’m talking windows wide open. Rob shivers, his complaints muzzled with husbandly devotion, and Eli crawls under the duvet and drapes across my belly like a Dali clock. Bliss is waking up and bringing my hand up to touch an icy nasal appendage.
Pendleton is best in small doses, methinks. Scored this for $17 on Urban Outfitters. It completes everything I put on these days in a wonderfully mismatched way.
I guess Fall fashion takes a close second to sleep. I’m digging the military jackets—those WWI-style aviation ones with big flap pockets. I have to get my hands on one that’s more feminine than this amazing one of Rob’s from Vietnam I wore here. Until then, I’m transitioning with this J.Crew velvet blazer from last year. The peplum is sweet and equestrian and military it its own way.
There are lots of out-takes for a purportedly simple shoot like this. I thought I’d share the following because I’m feeling jovial.
All hail the third atmospherical shift of Fall: the advent of autumnal beverages! Harvest Moon and Full Moon ales, heavier red varietals, spiked ciders and hot toddies… blimey.
Sorry for the useless chatter here. I wish I had something noteworthy to discuss, like possums or bums picking wedgies.