I think fall is by far the most magical season. I really wanted a fall this year because I felt like I hadn’t had a proper one in a long time and it’s just so very fall this year that it makes me extremely happy. If I’m anything at all, it’s a season person. I loooove seasons. I’m not afraid of snow, I love a good hot summer and I live for autumn and spring. If I ever have another baby, I think I’ll name her Autumn. I once new a girl named Autumn and she was darling and smart and a lover of books and she introduced me to the Toll House Pie, which makes me believe that people named Autumn just turn out really really awesome (you know because of the association with the best of all seasons).
I feel like I’m in a weird season of my life. I don’t think I belong anywhere, exactly right now. I woke up one morning and suddenly most of my littles aren’t really littles anymore. I don’t know how that happened or when, but one day, there it was, and I was the mom of kids, not munchkins anymore. Most of the women I know who are my age have kids that are younger, and most of the women I know with kids the same age as mine are a good 5 years older than me. Not that it matters all that much, but still. And also, this whole business of making clothes. It’s a huge, giant humongous part of my everyday life, and there’s no one but Mr who really gets all the way exactly what that’s like. It can be a little lonely. Sometimes I feel like a weirdo, and sometimes a rockstar, but most of the time really tired, because doing something like this with 4 kids in tow is really really hard. I’m not kidding, it’s not for the faint of heart. But then, my darling next door neighbor/friend Desi comes over and hangs out in my studio and tries on my new designs and looks so good and I’m just really really glad I’m still doing this, even if some days like (ahem) yesterday I was legitimately ready to throw in the towel. I don’t really know where I am going with this; I think sometimes it’s just nice to send your truth out there into the universe. Life, I am learning is messy and beautiful and crazy and hard and good, all at the same time. Most days, I pretty grateful for all of it. (Not yesterday, oh no, yesterday was a doozy.)
And also, Happy Happy Birthday to one of my most darling friends in the whole wide world. I love you Emily! And if I still lived in Seattle I would drive over to your house and pick you up, and we would go eat sushi and talk about books and Jane Eyre, and all the different crazy things our kids are doing, and then we would probably have to go get dessert. Miss you so so much.
Pants: Old Navy. (little boys, similar here, or try these.) Shirt: J Crew Factory. (on sale!) Jacket: Loft. (old, similar here and here.) Bag: Target. Shoes: Enzo Angiolini.