My calendar says it’s autumn. My brain says it’s autumn. My heart says it’s autumn. Every restaurant and store to ever carry anything pumpkin-flavored says it’s autumn. And the stupid thermometer says it’s summer. For the three terrible months of summer—I’m barely joking, summer is the worst—I keep myself afloat on the promise of layers and dusty colors and crisp air and … Keep reading…

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Nine or ten autumns ago, I was a Doc Martin-clad teenager in an awkward situation. At the time, my ideal outfit consisted of thigh-high stockings and boots, topped with a torn tee and a miniskirt. Oh, the miniskirts. I loved miniskirts. Since I couldn’t quite find my ideal skirt, I used some fabric remnants to craft my own. It was short and heavily … Keep reading…

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Don’t get me wrong; I want to say “It’s after Labor Day! That means it’s fall! Hoooooray!” Really, I do. I wish it were 64 degrees outside. I, too, am ready for autumn. But the fact of the matter is, it won’t be fall for a few more weeks. [I now shrivel onto the ground like a bad special effects Buffy vamp… … Keep reading…

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Hold it! Stop yourself before your mind fills with images of shirts tucked in Levis beneath umbrella-sized cowboy hats. Bolo ties are back. Take a sec and deal with it. Now continue on to the next paragraph. I’ve written about the bolo tie before. And while I’m still swooning for that leather option, this H&M cutie adds a bit of sparkle for … Keep reading…

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