The maple seeds are helicoptering down today. That means it’s time for the fall wardrobe.
While spring is my favorite season, fall is my favorite wardrobe season with its heralds of oversize cozy sweaters, scarves, and boots. It’s easier to hide under all those layers, to be just a big floof of hair buried in skeins of yarn.
It’s the season of tunic sweaters and leggings and hang the tight tucking. It’s being dressed for success against the weather and looking fabulous while doing it. It’s the season of blobby outside shape, leaving the inside shape to imaginations. It’s the season of hats and hoods to create dimly lit caverns about the head to soften edges and planes.
It’s the season of who cares if this shirt is too short or tight because you can’t see it under my sweater. It’s the season of letting the hair on my legs grow out because they won’t be seen in public again until spring. It’s the season where my coat says what I’m up to, where I’m going, and what I want you to think about me. It’s the season of wondering if I can fit one more sweater on that shelf.
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