Shhh, don’t tell the fashion bloggers that you didn’t *actually* arrive until today. Happy equinox! Not that I blame them for jumping the gun – your stylings are my absolute favorite, especially following a boring summer of tank tops and cut offs. We’re all just so glad that you’re finally here!
Waits and I walked at the marsh today, as we do for an hour or so every day, and I snapped a few shots to welcome you with. Yesterday was sunnybright in the muggy 70s, but today, as if on cue, the rain came down to catch us while we wandered.
We didn’t mind. We’re Portlanders, after all.
Thanks for that. The way the world is today, it makes me pensive. I’m introspective and inspired. The crisp air is energizing; clean air clears mind clutter. I want to curl up with a strong cup of coffee and write and write and write. I want to put on moody music and map my future on scented stationary. Today I want to pen my manifesto, find myself a bullhorn, and sing my dream to the world.
That’s just what you do to me.
I’m switching out my wardrobe, trading in camisoles for cardigans, sun dresses for sweaters. It’s the return of stripey socks. Fingerless mittens. Textured tights. It’s apple season. Honeycrisps. Honeycrisps with raw almond butter. Sautéed greens. Garden harvest. It’s a damn good thing I’ve rediscovered coffee. Hot coffee is heaven. Long walks where the wind bites my nose. Wearing Waits and sharing heat; one sweater on two bodies. Baby-sized hoodies. Remaining high-RAW. Holidays. Hats. Layers. Big-Ass Boots. It’s time for a little unbridled creation. Petrichor. Bald birds. Pumpkins from my garden. Pumpkin curry. Pumpkin soup. Pumpkin everything! Souping everything! We’re dressing Waits up as a turtle for Hallowe’en. Indoor farming. Chai. I could go on . . .