One Time You Died, and I Ended Up a Mexican

The weather's finally changing, and I love it. The wind, the cool air in the evening, the leaves slowly changing. This is my favorite time of the year: from now until bitter winter, I will be happily in my element. I just spent a small fortune filling my closet with great new fall clothes: an army-green & sand-striped minidress with a snuggly cowl neck, two 3/4 length-sleeved shirts that are as soft as butter, a short belted denim dress with rolled sleeves, an animal print bag with leather tassels, super-skinny jeans, a royal blue v-neck sweater, a long thin navy cardigan that drapes like silk, a camo-print miniskirt, super-soft gray (and black: couldn't get only one pair of these babies) jeans that I can actually get my butt into without the waist gapping open. And then I went to Charming Charlie's and loaded up on new baubles: necklaces, earrings, cuff bracelets, funky rings. I keep eyeing the new boots, but I have so many already; my minimalist decorating style sometimes reaches over into the closet areas of my life and chastises me for having so many shoes. Must weed footwear.

Must weed everything, actually. I have to learn how to travel lighter.