Charlotte Russe tank; Old Navy
cardi; Target jeans (
similar),
shoes and necklace; Coach clutch.
I don't know if it is part of growing up in the North East, but now that July is almost over and back to school items are up in the stores (weird when it is the dead of summer, right?), I find myself really wishing it was Fall. I see new pencils and fresh notebooks on the store shelves, squishy scarves and tons of fun layering in magazines and online and I want it to be October in New Hampshire. Crisp, cold air. Pumpkins on doorsteps and crunchy, fallen, colorful leaves underfoot. Apple cider in steaming stoneware mugs.
There are many benefits to living in Florida, but seeing Fall unfold in New England is something I yearn for every year. I want to shop for cold weather clothes and have it be cozy and warm in my house while a pumpkin scented candle burns. I want to buy new backpacks for my kids and pack their lunch boxes with sweet notes and kiss their soft, rounded cheeks on the first day of school while they run in with their brand new shoes and first day outfits.
Maybe it is because it has been nice out and feels like we have had summer weather since February. And it is brutally hot here and there is only so many days in a row you can do the pool, the beach, the lake before you shrivel up with age spots and emerging wrinkles despite the hourly applications of sunblock. Maybe even your precious (not the word I say in my head sometimes!) little children are watching their umpteenth hour of Micky Mouse Clubhouse and you can't wait for school to start. That commercial totally makes sense now that I have kids. You know the one where the parents are dancing down the aisles of Staples buying school supplies while "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" plays? I get it now.