Autumn Is An Apple

Lately the weather has been utter perfection. The type of golden haze you want to get lost in; the tart, crisp, autumn apple that you want to sink your teeth into; the sunny song that you just want to keep on repeat.



I've never been a fan of autumn, but I think I've finally found my way to the autumn fanatics club. There's just something so beautiful about the world being wrapped in a blanket reds, oranges, and golds. The cooler weather also lets me crack out the pea coat that I love oh so much.



One of my fondest memories of fall when I was younger and one reason I desperately wish I was still the pint-sized tyke I used to be, is jumping into massive piles of leaves made by my dad and later getting picked up in the leaf tarp along with the pile. Did you guys ever do that? If you didn't, you're missing out. If it stops raining this weekend I'm considering getting out and raking my own teenager-sized leaf mountain. Also, I'm convinced Toby secretly judges my antics in front of the camera...just look at those sneaky brown eyes of his.







If any of you have been reading for a reeaaallly long time, you'll remember my temptation to get out and frolic in the woods even though snow still covered the ground...I see these photos as getting it out of my system before the blizzards start coming. During the winter I get a bit of a caged animal mentality. Not being able to read outside on the weekends= a recipe for disaster for me mentally.



Sometimes I feel like people don't smile enough. I'm going to keep that in mind more. The world could do with a little more lightness.



Obligatory "I'm a ballerina" shot. I feel like I always post shots like this...


(top: hand-me-down, skirt: Forever 21, coat: H&M, leggings:...I forget? Macy's maybe?, boots: Urban Outfitters)

A Tasty Autumn-Lovers Mix
(for all you cool cats that enjoy making playlists for every occasion like me)

The General Specific : Band of Horses
Australia : The Shins
Lake Michigan : Rogue Wave
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby : Counting Crows
Amsterdam : Guster
Strange Condition : Pete Yorn
Careful : Guster
Why Georgia : John Mayer
Hangin' Around : Counting Crows
Only the Good Die Young : Billy Joel
New Slang : The Shins
In Love, On Sadness : Jason Mraz
Everybody Loves Me : OneRepublic
Same Thing : Pete Yorn
Oxford Comma : Vampire Weekend
Heartbeats : Jose Gonzalez
Chicago : Sufjan Stevens
Saturday Morning : Eels
Strawberry Swing : Coldplay
My Heart : The Perishers
Penny On the Train Track : Ben Kweller
I Know What I Am : Band of Skulls

Despite the fact that he's like five and I've never gotten into the tween obsessions with Zac/Rob/JoBros, Justin Bieber makes me inexplicably happy. He makes me feel like I'm in 6th grade again slash I feel like I should adopt him. Gotta love that bubblegum pop, eh? I give you guys permission to mock me for this one, I probably deserve it.

And this article got me thinking...Robin Givhan has really got so much right going on in here.

"It's always a bit discombobulating when people raise their voices in anger because they've gotten wind that designers are making and selling $25,000 dresses. After all, it's not as if the existence of a dress that costs as much as a car negates the availability of cute $25 frocks at Target. And it isn't as though edicts have been issued that all women must now dress like one of the superheroes on Balenciaga's runway.

For personal and sometimes tortured reasons -- I can't have it so no one else can! -- observers declare that they just don't understand the attraction of these strange and expensive clothes. That would be a fair argument if those same complainers lashed out at people who spend thousands of dollars on Redskins season tickets, vintage wines, first-edition books or midlife-crisis cars. But those industries don't stir nearly as much ire from people who are uninterested in them. Everyone has a passion that is lost on others."

Amen, sister!

Now to show this article to everyone who looks down on me for being into fashion...namely everyone.

Honestly, it's like being into fashion turns you into a leper.