I love fall. I adore fall. I like the colors of the leaves, hot chocolate in front of a fire, travelling in fall break. I especially love fall fashion. Fall fashion means red, brown, and grey, pants, sweaters, Oxford shoes, trench coats, leather, stripes, scarves… I don’t have to wear shorts to survive the day, instead I can layer. I can listen to Indie music all day long without getting depressed. I can watch movies and series without feeling anti-social.
I think I was born to fall.
I went to a flea market the other day, and I bought these shoes. For twenty bucks. Oh, and I bought the red coat. I was sort of in heaven after that trip. Oxford shoes and trench coats – one of the fall perks – are/were right on top of my “what-to-buy-once-I-earn-money” list. I am going to Berlin in three weeks – aaaaargh – and I need to buy more Oxfords. I also need to buy some band tees cough Imagine Dragons cough I wish I could go on one of their currently nonexistent concerts.
This coming week I have a minor oral surgery, and project week which is going to be lame. In six days I am leaving for Spain. I am so excited. Although it’s going to be weird because fall hasn’t arrived in Spain just yet. So I don’t need to put away all the highwaisted 90s shorts just yet.
Another thing I love about fall: traditions. And exactly that will depress me this time around because I won’t have most of them. I won’t have Halloween. I won’t have Thanksgiving. I won’t have Black Friday. I won’t have football games. I won’t have Homecoming. I won’t have winter sports tryouts.
I will not have an Indian fall.
And now I know how incredibly it beautiful it is: the view of Hawk Ridge looking over a Duluth covered in bright orange and red leaves, right next to the endless width of Lake Superior.
But I will have fall break. I will go to the Europa Park. I will totally freak out because of all the tests we will have. I will shop like crazy because I finally won’t dehydrate anymore everytime I have to peel myself out of my clothes in the changing rooms.
There’s flaws and perks to everything. Last week I screwed up Chemistry. I have never failed a test that badly. I actually just sat there and laughed because it was so sad. Oh well, that’s what you get once your grades start counting again: you screw up and you have to deal with it.
What a funny world we live in.
Red trench coat by H&M (thrifted)
Shirt by Clockhouse
Jeans by Mango
Oxford shoes by Zara (thrifted)
Cross necklace gift
Thanks for reading.