The Arrival of Autumn
Gods keep laurelwen . Not only is she making my Halloween costume *squee!* but she's been filling the kitchen with nosegasmic autumn smells. Night before last she made balsamic chicken (swoon) and squash. Over the course of an hour I had three helpings of squash. It was that good and I'm that greedy.
Last night she whipped up beef paprikash of total devastation. nomnomnom. Dinner conversation was kept to a minimum. I really ought to be photographing dinner to better remember it by.
When I woke up this morning it was 50 degrees outside. 50! Intellectually I know this isn't so cold as all that, but gah! The downside of having long legs and fingers is that it takes a bloody long time for my blood to circulate all the way down to my hands and toes. As someone who wears dresses for a living, my online time in the last few days has been spent hunting for attractive sweaters and trolling Sock Dreams like it's my calling from the gods. My shop is FRIGID! If I plan to survive the winter I'm going to need tights and a chic travel mug.
And partially on-topic, in my recent browsing of boots I've spotted high heeled Betsey Johnson rain boots! While I despise kitten heeled flip flops, rain boots that don't call Carhartts to mind seem like a fabulous idea to me. My current rain boots are grey Tractor Supply stock, for all of your pig pen mucking needs. I'm not crazy about the zebra/rose motive. I'd prefer shiny, shiny black or even yellow.
In the mean time, I'm going to go burn my fall scented candles, bathe, bundle up (pathetic as that sounds) and haul my gently used attire to Buffalo Exchange so that I can justify buying pretty cold-weather leg gear. Huzzah!
Last night she whipped up beef paprikash of total devastation. nomnomnom. Dinner conversation was kept to a minimum. I really ought to be photographing dinner to better remember it by.
When I woke up this morning it was 50 degrees outside. 50! Intellectually I know this isn't so cold as all that, but gah! The downside of having long legs and fingers is that it takes a bloody long time for my blood to circulate all the way down to my hands and toes. As someone who wears dresses for a living, my online time in the last few days has been spent hunting for attractive sweaters and trolling Sock Dreams like it's my calling from the gods. My shop is FRIGID! If I plan to survive the winter I'm going to need tights and a chic travel mug.
And partially on-topic, in my recent browsing of boots I've spotted high heeled Betsey Johnson rain boots! While I despise kitten heeled flip flops, rain boots that don't call Carhartts to mind seem like a fabulous idea to me. My current rain boots are grey Tractor Supply stock, for all of your pig pen mucking needs. I'm not crazy about the zebra/rose motive. I'd prefer shiny, shiny black or even yellow.
In the mean time, I'm going to go burn my fall scented candles, bathe, bundle up (pathetic as that sounds) and haul my gently used attire to Buffalo Exchange so that I can justify buying pretty cold-weather leg gear. Huzzah!