Remember barely more than a week ago when it was cold and rainy?
We could wear boots and sweaters and be merry.
Butler, you all looked fabulous. I saw a girl rocking a skirt with knee-high wool socks and, I kid you not, patent leather oxfords. I saw a boy wearing rusty red pants, ankles rolled, with those boat-shoes-turned-to-boots. And this other girl had skinny khakis with black riding boots. SO EQUESTRIAN.
Fabulous. So fabulous.
And then I got myself a big, ol’ patterned wool sweater that I’m really proud of. I wore it when it was rainy last week and I showed up to class and saw that a guy was wearing a blue version of basically the same sweater (guy version without the boatneck) in blue. It was hilarious to me. SWEATER TWINS!
But now it’s 80 degrees outside (and inside!) and I feel like I should have worn shorts today. My caramel macchiato had to be ordered iced, it was imperative.
So this is MY fall outfit, which I had to specifically put on because there was no way I was wearing it in 80 degree weather today. Wool sweater? pfffft.
I wanted to title this post “Fall Break” and realized everyone probably has a blog called “fall break” so I titled it “fall breakin” and… I don’t know why. I turned fall break into a verb and you can’t stop me.
The leaves are not turning as quickly as I like. Here is evidence.
I’d say we’re at 30% capacity right now. WEAK, TREES.
Hopefully in a week or two we’ll see some real autumn colors. Pah. It barely even feels like fall break, nature. Do I have to do everything myself?
Actually, I was disappointed because it was rather warm yesterday and I went to campus Starbucks to get a salted caramel mocha (I prefer these to pumpkin spice lattes this year, sorry pumpkins!), and I actually was craving a green tea lemonade instead. I am an autumn traitor.
BUT. I want to point out that pumpkin spice latte ice cream is a thing. And I am excited. All I know is, this fall break (which I’m spending half at home in Cincinnati and half at my regular home in Indy), I will be doing a whole lot of NOTHING. And maybe some Panopto. :/ Meanwhile, trees, I expect results.
I must talk about this every year.
Fall is my faaavorite time of year. I know it’s only been September for 14 days, but the minute school starts I’m ready for it to be 60 degrees (or colder! I can do colder!) so I can wear boots and sweaters and scarves and always have a hot beverage in my hand.
(I was about to say “I wish I could share tumblr photosets!” and then I was like … wait, YES I CAN. But I decided not to share the whole thing for credit reasons!)
The leaves aren’t turning quite yet but once they do I will take my real camera to school (not my potato camera phone–which if you don’t know what that is, that’s when you have a really blurry camera that is worthless and might as well be a potato and not a camera).
Today, it’s rainy and it’s only going to be a high of 70. So I am wearing a sweatshirt and boots because 2/3 of my classes are canceled and I don’t care. Ha! Happy Friday, my friends.
If only I didn’t have an ungodly long class from 2-5 today! My Friday doesn’t start until later this evening. (I know, woe is me, right?)
I added this little .gif to my bookmarks bar because it is my favorite .gif ever (I take that back–I have two favorite .gifs ever and I will show you the other one at a later date). I think it is the perfect complement to this lovely Friday morning.
"It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones should be turned on immediately
It’s been unusually hot this week. Lows in the 50s and 40s in the morning with highs in the 80s by about noon! That is wardrobe insanity. I have a heavy black cardigan for the mornings, which I swiftly abandon in my car and try to withstand the rest of the day in jeans and, dangnabit, boots because it is October and it should be boot weather.
I need to take a moment to quickly announce that my phone’s Gmail capabilities have been severely compromised and I have yet to figure out why. I recently made a new Gmail account (to replace my old Gmail account, which I had since I was first invited to Gmail in its pioneer days in ’05). My Droid is registered under that old Gmail account, and while I haven’t messed with trying to update my account to the new one, I think it is rebelling. Case in point: I took a picture of the bell tower on my phone yesterday and it refuses to show up in my email inbox so I can get it on the Internet.
Curse you, Droid!! I’m going to get an iPhone! (Heck no, not really.)