If I had to sum up a few reasons why I adore fall, I might mention:
I'm a sucker for a beautiful wreath. Doubly a sucker if it contains acorns/burlap/burnt orange/mustard/other autumnal elements. I've been rocking the same fall wreath from Target for the past four years, but it might be time to get a new one. The rich mustard colors have since faded to a nice pastel, custard shade, (i.e. not cute). I'd take any or all of these:
|By Privileged Door on Etsy|
|via TwoInspireYou on Etsy|
|Chocolate and Cream Hydrangea Wreath from...you guessed it: Etsy|
|I don't even mind that it's surrounded by chevron planters. And that's really saying something ; ) |
Find 'er here.
My husband gives me such a hard time about the amount of Scentsy we purchase, but I'll be darned if he doesn't walk in at least once a week and go, "Woah? You baking? That smells amazing!" And then I say something to the effect of, "Nope! It's just a Pumpkin Roll Scentsy bar." And then he looks crestfallen, suddenly realizing that dessert will not be eaten, but rather smelled.
I recently put in an order with my Scentsy gal Megan and here's what made the cut:
If you don't have a Scentsy rep, contact Megan and put your order in. Even if it is 1,000 steamy degrees outside, we can still pretend it's fall, can't we? Scentsy is my favorite way to do just that.
I'm not talking slasher films here, I mean cinematic gems like Halloweentown, Halloweentown Two: Kalibar's Revenge (don't act like you haven't heard of it), Hocus Pocus and Casper, (the one with teen sensations Christina Ricci and Devon Sawa.) Don't think I haven't already spent time planning an October line-up for our Netflix. Obviously, Stephen is thrilled.
What? Like YOU don't love having babies in the fall, too? Psssshhhh. It's my favorite pastime. But in all surrrrrriousness, I'm pleased as cider-flavored punch to be welcoming our little mini this season.
Because, let's face it, football is the most awesome sport ever. I mean, how many people would turn out to tailgate in 150 degree heat and humidity for a polo match. None. Because polo is pretentious and probably doesn't involve hot wing eating.
And that friends, is all she wrote. About fall. For now. Until next week. Probably.