Seasons of Change

September is more than halfway over, and yet it still feels very much like summer. That's just how it is here in Texas. (Sidebar: In San Diego this summer, Lindsay Emory and I were laughing that the perfect weather we were walking around in felt like Christmas....literally.) And the full moon last night was big and bright and bronze and that feels like the signal for something to change--leaves, lives, or even just trying out that new style of undies you've seen advertised. 

Fall doesn't have to be a slow slog of decay until the death that is winter. 

There's beauty in it, for sure. (Although, I have to realllllly remind myself of that; I'll be sweating at the State Fair of Texas next month.) To that end, I did some doodling the other day on my handy-dandy iPad Pro and created some digital wallpapers.

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To Autumn! (And to Hugh Grant's Floppy Hair)

It was chilly this morning. Like, I'm wearing pants and am happy about it kind of chilly. Yep. Pants.

I slept with the window open and woke up shivering under the lone blanket on my bed--the one that had been pushed and smushed down to the iron footboard all hot summer long. 

Reader, it was glorious. 

I'm a fall girl. A fall girl living in a summer world, that is. Back to school was always tricky. All of the cute clothes were meant for crisp, post-Labor Day mornings in New England not 98 degree days in west Texas. And these days I have to force myself to just say no to flip flops once the calendar says it's October. 

But yesterday, October gave us a gift. Cloudy skies, non-sweltering temps, and a teeeeeeeny little cold front that makes pants-wearing a celebration today. It's fall! (For a few days. We'll have a few more rogue days in the nineties.)

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