Let’s get one thing straight here.
I am married to summer. Like deeply, deeply married. Like, summer is my eternal companion.
But you guys.
I am having an affair with the upcoming winter.
I just bought a brand new coat rated for “arctic temperatures.” We are having heated debates over where to get ski passes. (do I go for exclusivity and fresh pow or more space and friends to go with? I don’t know.)
Dreaming about boots, scarves, leggings, and layers upon layers is making me a little weak in the knees.
I mean, seriously.
And let’s be honest – I look really great in a hat.
The winter gets me down every. single. year. But this time I have two separate beach trips set, major ski plans, and a lust for
that bite in the air,
back to school shopping,
cold faces and warm hands,
and my house to smell like cinnamon.
The thought of falling temperatures has got my blood pressure rising – and I’m not fighting it.
Summer, I love you with all my heart, but fall is looking real sexy. Let’s take a break.