Falling into Fall!




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Pumpkin spice, colorful falling leaves, chilly weather, hot coffee.........mmmmmm. Bliss.

Fall has finally arrived and I couldn't be cheerier!

Here are all the reasons that I love fall.

1. The weather cools, and all the skinny girls find the need to pack on the layers, making them looking puffier and chubbier, and they become more equal to us fat kids.

2. Leaves. Ohhhhh the leaves. That's it.


3. My wardrobe suddenly becomes socially acceptable. All of those "dirt" tones, as my friends call them (I prefer to call it "earthy"), finally make sense. My obsession with my brown boots and my old lady cardigans, finally have a time and a purpose!!



4. Oh yes, my cardigans. Why I have so many, I am not sure----everyone has like 20, right???

5. I don't have to decorate my house, because the whole place is already color schemed with the colors of fall. It all finally makes sense.



6. It's no longer odd that my house always smells like pumpkins (I may have a slight obsession with pumpkin spice air freshners and candles....)

7. Scarf time!!! I can finally break out all those ridiculous pieces of fabric that take up so much closet space.......and I still cannot stop buying them!!!


8. Fall = you cannot over-accessorize. Cardigans, jewelry, scarves, boot socks, boots, bangles.........all of it. Do it.


9. I can finally break out all of those low-cut tops that I own and refuse to wear. Wear that v-neck and throw a scarf over it! Ladies are covered and those fabulous tops finally get some wear!! Modest is hottest! ;)




10. Everything becomes pumpkin flavored! Coffee, ice cream, smoothies, pies........everywhere you go, something has pumpkin in it!!!


11. Sooooo many new horror movies to watch.


12. Bonfires. :)

13. Cold nights = hoodies and sweatpants. The great comfort of cotton.

14. Snuggling in warm blankets at night.

15. You can finally open your windows and let the cool breeze and fresh air, blow through your home, which also means you get to wake up to the gentle sound of birds chirping. (:



16. I'm finally not bothered by the fact that my dog always wants to snuggle---as I'm no longer sweating from the summer heat.


17. All the girls dye their hair dark for the winter, making my sun-kissed-blonde hair stand out even more. I love to be different. 



18. My hair no longer frizzes when I step outside........overall I have better hair days.



19. Being outside doesn't make me sweat = better makeup, and less dirt in my pores = better complexion. Winning all around.


20. And finally, the HOLIDAYS!!!
Halloween = costumes, movies like Halloweentown and Hocus Pocus, trick or treating, parties, and adorable little kiddos in their princess dresses and dragon suits.
Thanksgiving = family time and FOOOOOOD!!!!


 






Now tell me you're not excited about this.




I. Dare. YOU.


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