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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

S&M

photo: Joshua Franzos

Fall weather finally arrived in Pittsburgh and I'm just not feeling it. Not feeling any of the fall trends: head to toe animal prints, shearling, oversized coats, plaid suits, logomania. Not feeling the pumpkin spice. Not feeling the apple cider. Not feeling the shorter days...I think I left my heart in Santa Monica three weeks ago. 


photo: Joshua Franzos
photo: Joshua Franzos

Don't get me wrong, I love fall, but I love summer more. There, I said it. I know you aren't supposed to pick a favorite child, but now it's on record. I love the long days and the informality of it. I love the fresh produce, I love the time we take for easy living and backyard grilling. I love writing while the sun is at it's highest and catching the golden hour with my husband later. I love summer's perceived freedom and I love jeans and a good pocket t-shirt.  

photo: Joshua Franzos

Summer has been lasting longer and longer for a few years now, going well into October before it finally loosens it grip. I'm always late to fall fashion because I'm reluctant to let go too.  But I'll get to the hygge eventually. Isn't it ironic that I fell in love with a pair of Scandinavian jeans this summer? I saw them on instagram and knew I had to have them. I didn't care the cost. I didn't care that they weren't sold in the states and that I would have to use a translator to order the correct size and ship them to me. Luckily it all worked out and they fit me perfectly. I've lived in them this summer and as fall creeps up on me, I will continue to. I'll just add a scarf and a woolly cardigan and sip hot, spiked cider while something savory burbles away in the slow cooker. I'll get pumpkins for the porch and decorate our mantel with candles and our cast iron owl luminaries, but I'll be thinking about the sunny evenings walking on the beach with husband. I'll be thinking about that until it's time for California and summer, my favorite season, my favorite place, to come around once again.




What I Wore: 
White t-shirt: Ann Taylor Loft 
Shoes: Chuck Taylors with Nike Lunarlon soles, here
Purse: vintage Carlos Falchi






photo: Joshua Franzos


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