“but who wants to be foretold the weather? it is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.” // j.k. jerome
but, i do.
i want to be foretold because it puts a spring in my step when autumn falls ever-closer. i like to scan the weather channel, as the temperature gradually drops – degree x degree, until i know for certain, my time – my weather, is on its way. and then, the giddiness sets in. the crunch of leaves, the cool breeze, the cardigans and creepers, and toques – oh, my!
my glee, y’all – i’m getting it back with every day the weather gets cooler.
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➝ source : lace-ups via jil sander