File 87 - Party Cardi

It's here!  My favourite has finally arrived, in all its' gorgeous glory.  This beautiful betch sweeps in and brings all the feels.  Her vibrance and range are never disappointing.  She is the maiden of melancholy.  The goddess of gathering.  The sparkling sister of the seasons.  She is fall.  And she is f**king fabulous!

There are so many delightful things, at this time of year.  I mean, who doesn't love a good cardigan, right?  Or, as I fondly refer to them - party cardi's.  Do you ever feel more ready to party, then when you are wearing your favourite cardi?  Me neither!  And when I say party, I mean having a glass of wine, watching 48 Hour Mystery and, if you are feeling really unruly, eating chips and dip.  All the while, looking seasonally stylish in your party cardi.  You can wear it open, you can wear it closed.  You can wrap it around your shoulders or tie it around your waist.  It is probably the most versatile item in the closet and fall is its' runway.  And those cardi's?  They gonna party.  

What about fall activities?  There are the obvious ones, of course.  Apple picking is always a crowd pleaser.  What is there not to love?  Basking in the sunlight, surrounded by brilliant hues of red, orange and yellow.  And you get to eat the apples, right off the tree.  If there is eating involved, I am in.  There are hay rides.  Kids usually really enjoy these.  They are okay.  I usually spend most of the time scanning the trees for a chainsaw massacrer or watching the individual leading the ride, in case they turn into a murderous psychopath.  Someone's got to be in charge of safety.  And speaking of terrifying, all the amazing scary movies and series come out in the fall.  It is time to Netflix and thrill.  In your party cardi.  

We can't forget about the autumn artifacts.  As soon as there is the slightest chill in the air, it is time to stock up on tea lights and jar candles.  Every room in the house, lit up like the halls of an ancient castle. Smelling of Orchard Apple, Toffee Cream, or Pumpkin Patch.  Not Pumpkin Spice, though.  Pumpkin Spice can f**k right off.  As I was a saying, it is a time for candles.  And what goes better with candles, than a cozy blanket and a book.  Cool fall breeze coming in through the windows.  Party cardi on hand, if you need some extra snuggle.  I live for this.  Live. For. It.  

Fall, I am so glad that you made it, girl.  It is so nice to see you, again.  Thank you for the dazzling views, cardigan muse, and crisp outdoor to-do's.  

But not for pumpkin spice.  F**k that.      

Does Mommy need to lose her shit?

Not this week.