September 1st stirs a lot of emotions for me.
When I was younger it meant starting a new school year. Excitement for shopping new few clothes and shoes for the perfect first day outfit, getting new supplies, and seeing friends again after a summer that felt way too short.
But now, it means the harsh Boston winters will be at my doorstep all too soon. With the weather station telling me its 56 out right now (7am) I worry if my tomatoes will continue to ripen. Will the sunflowers bloom or will it get to cold before they burst wide open? When will ice coffees be too cold to enjoy? When will my hair freeze in the morning on the days it has not completely dried before I leave for work?
Last night I switched out most of my summer clothes for my winter clothes. It is a depressing task that I must tend to every fall. I hate being cold so my wardrobe consists of a lot of sweaters and thick tights for my dresses. It was hard to put away bright floraly spaghetti strap dresses and pull out thick olive green sweaters. While sweaters and muted colors are cozy and comforting, like hot chocolate with homemade whipped cream, but they lack the vibrance that I crave. I get by with American apparel leggings and gap tights. I am the one in office wearing bright tights or leggings to offset my black dresses.
Or I wear these boots that I got in Santa Fe 2 years ago. 🙂
