The weekend

First let me say that I cannot believe the weekend is over.  O-V-A.  Gone.  Bye-bye birdie.

I spent the weekend making cards and spending time with my soon-to-be-Michiganders.  They were used by God to get me to Illinois so their new goal is to get me back to Michigan.  I love them dearly.   They have gone from friends to family. 

Besides Christmas card-making and time with my peeps, I oven roasted veggies and baked a whole chicken.  I have never done the latter. 

I also spent this weekend praying for Batman and Robin.  For their week ahead.  For their families. 

It's been a busy not-super-busy weekend.

THE EVE OF CONTINUOUS SWEATER WEATHER!!!!!!!!!!

Tonight we are on the eve of nonstop sweater weather.  Nonstop as in months on end.

Now don't get me wrong - I love spring and summer weather.  Open-toe shoes and flippy skirts.  Sunscreen and lake reads.  Lunch at the park.  Walking in a winter wonderland.  Oops.  Not the latter.

What I do love, and it probably sounds absurd to the casual blog-reader, is SWEATER WEATHER!!!!!!!!  Not necessarily freeze-your-snot weather but I love crisp weather that requires layers.  Again not turn-my-boogers-to-tiny-ice-cubes but cold enough for layers. 

I also love sweater dresses.  A sweater in a dress or is it a dress in a sweater?  *laughs outloud*  Potato - pah-tata!!!

I hope I can sleep tonight.

I did chug a medium almond latte with a smallish pump of mocha swirl.  Pretty sure I ordered it straight-up (caffeinated). 

The good news is sweater-weather and I will be reunited. 

It is going to be a magnificent relationship.

Sweaters are comfort.

Sweaters are warm.

Sweaters embrace you.

Sweaters go together with coffee.

Oh my word - sweaters + coffee + me = a love triangle!!!!

I do love Fall most of all.

“Fall has always been my favorite season.  The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving all year for the grand finale.”  ~  Lauren DeStefano

I always Fall for Fall....

“I am made for autumn.  Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me.  Wooly jumpers, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks.  The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind.  The moody hues and subdued palette punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye.”   

~ Alys Fowler