First, He (or She) starts getting you used to the idea by turning down the sunshine. Turning it off, pretty much. Then adds lots of rain, so that you want to huddle indoors and wear actual cozy sweaters, some of which you have to go out and buy (yay!). Then He adds wind, and socks. And suddenly you’re feeling all September-y, and not in a bad way.
So, it may still technically be August, but I’m ready to add a few layers of clothing, swap sandals for boots and get back to real life.
I’ve always loved autumn. I think it may be because I was born in October. But in any case, here are a few reasons to be cheerful, for those of you dreading the cold dark months ahead.
- “Conservative glamour, chic urban warriors, eccentric color combinations” (honestly, that’s what Vogue told me)
- Stew.
- Back to school (even all-new sports kit is cheaper than the infinite number of trashy teen magazines I’ve been financing)
- Rain (as good an excuse as any to stay home and work)
- Films (anyone else sick to death of summer films with names like My Big Fat Greek IVF Baby starring Jennifer Aniston and Russell Brand? PLEASE. Bring on the academy award contenders.)
- Stripey scarves.
Yummmm.
Funny! But I entirely agree with you on points 2 through 6. Not sure about conservative glamour though!
I assumed conservative with a very small c, Sue, thinking Arran sweaters and denim rather than nubbly jackets and court shoes.
BOOTS! Nothing is sexier, or more utilitarian, or easier to wear with EVERYTHING, than a really great pair of boots. Of which I have. Boots are palliative.
Exactly.
I love autumn, too–I’m pretty damn sincere about my love of autumn, actually. I love re-reading The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Jane Eyre. I love the tingle I get when I can smell cold in the air. I love pumpkins, and crunchy leaves, and warm drinks, and mittens, and big, fat moons.
Just a little theory of mine, April, when’s your birthday? Although, your name doesn’t suggest November.
In defiance of my name, and my preferences, I was born in February.