autumn says i’m so gay for fall

it’s true, fall is my favourite season, i have written many things in my journal about it, all gay, all true. it makes me feel sad and dreamy and sentimental, it’s the shortest season which makes it SO INTENSE. it’s the best time of year for fashion and no i don’t mean your fashion, i mean my fashion, which consists of the same bag lady sweater i’ve had crinkling up on my hanger for years, stupid jeans that don’t fit right, and toques, omg toques. i’m gettin’ pretty tired of all these fuckin’ fashion blogs fyi, yeah yeah we love clothes i get it, but seriously, so frivolous and pointless to write about it all the time, take a relax pill maybe? i’m into finding a few classic cheapie pieces and hangin’ on to the shit out of them for years and rolling down hills of leaves in them, getting dirt all over, twigs in my monster hair and actually enjoying myself. anyway, i am pretty sure this is martha stewart’s favourite time of year as well, i bet she is making a wreath right now in fact and mulling some cider and sewing dancing pumpkins on some wool socks MARTHA I LOVE YOU.

my fall soundtrack consists of led zeppelin and that’s it, zeppelin and longboarding in oakville and my grandma’s house and riding into town or walking into town at nite taking a different route every time and then meeting up with fil at a pub and staring at him like that woman who lied about being kidnapped or whatever that story was about.

i was pretty thin when i met fil which made crazy fall outfits ten times easier, when you have long hair and a big mouth you can essentially wear any old tickle trunk outfit – it’s v hard to pull that off in the heat of summer but i give you props for wearing a scarf and a t-shirt when it’s 28 degrees and when i say props i mean silently guffawing my head off.

fall is for lovers, sears catalogue lovers, THAT is fall.

this is the most selfish time of year for me and i am insanely protective of it i don’t know how to explain it, it’s my last dance before months of stir snow crazy, it’s walks in rattlesnake point, rosy cheeks and sweaty backs under your little jacket. the beginning of hibernation and thoughts of couch surfing and horror films and beers.

oh man don’t get me started on indian summer.

another reason i dig it so much is cos i usually waste summer, as much as i say i am doing summer right, i always do it wrong. fall is summer redux, SWEATER SET VERSION.

fall is vintage, and vintage is nostalgia, and nostalgia is the past and SORRY I CAN’T HELP MYSELF.