It’s that time of year when anything goes. Some days are high 80s and others are low 60s in the midwest, which means the best state in which to describe your wardrobe is “Confused”. Is it summer? Fall? The answer is both.
I know everyone says this, but I can’t believe that fall is here. I was chatting about this with a friend the other day and we both agreed that September came too soon, yet we’re excited for the changes it will bring. Throughout my younger years, September held the promise of a new school year, so I always equate it to new beginnings. To me, the year starts in the fall. Anyone else feel that way?
Pardon the bout of silence over here, but I was in my happy place. For the past two weeks, Doug, Gracie and I have been in Michigan spending quality time with our families. I had great intentions of getting ahead with blog work, I really did. Particularly since I was with grandparents, aunts and uncles who love spending time with Grace. I thought, “Perfect! They’ll watch her and I’ll pound away at writing, photoshoots, setting up posts and brainstorming for the months ahead.” But then you know what happened? Those to-do lists just grew, as I enjoyed lazy beach days and nights filled with euchre and long chats. While enjoying the time, I didn’t put much thought into what I was wearing. The waves have a way of making you laugh at too much effort. Comfortable maxi skirts like this, paired with sandals and tied white t-shirts, were on constant rotation, give or take a sweatshirt on a cool night by the bonfire.
Now, we’re back in Chicago and – surprise! – my to-do lists have patiently waited for me. Hopefully this week I’ll get ahead. Or at the very least, I’ll catch up. Either way, can you blame me? I’ve officially figured out that, in life, the tasks will always be there. The sunshine, lake, and people you love are well worth putting them on hold for.