An Infinite Summer

Love Affair.


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

Bon Iver

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.

Bring me your knitted, your patterned, and your wool.  Bring me your stockings, your sweaters, your fingerless gloves.  I’ll wear them all!

Summer, I love you with all my heart, but fall is looking real sexy.  Let’s take a break.


  1. p.s. do i not follow you on instagram??? i am so confused am i not following you? what is your handle? text it or leave a comment to me because i can’t figure it out!

  2. YESSSSS! i agree with ayley, but i agree with you! you’ve got me convinced this winter will be the best. oooh coziness.

  3. That’s funny. I’m usually a winter lover myself, but this year I’m holding on tight to summer…

  4. yes. winter.winter.winter.
    boots. scarves. clothes. jackets. cardigans.
    ahhhhhh. it’s just so good. you’ve got me more excited.

  5. no! I mean you’re a great writer. but… summer… summersummersummer.

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