Making the Most of It

To be honest, I've never really cared for fall. Here's why.

1) I love, love, love summer and fall simply doesn't measure up. How could it?

2)I've also never been able to shake the feeling that fall is a kind of last gasp, a dying breath of beauty before winter comes and kicks my ass. Which it really, really does.

3) When you're from a rural part of Massachusetts, people from other parts of the country always tell you how beautiful it is, how wonderful autumn is, and how lucky you are to live there. They're right, but it still makes me cranky.

This year, though, I've decided to make the most out of this season. After all, The Boy was born in fall, so it can't be all bad. So, we went pumpkin picking. And got apple cider, and apple cider donuts. And made a fort. It was brilliant.

Pumpkins.

Pumpkins!

Also, I got to wear my new equestrian rain boots. Those are one of those things that might not seem important, but once I got them I saw the light.

Cider. With whiskey. We're from New England- we don't fuck around with rum.

I really, really love forts.

In making the most of fall, we also seem to be discovering a lot about where we live. It's really quite lovely and has things like an old general store that gradually turned into an antique store as the years passed, and a spooky old cemetery that's a great place to be at dusk on Halloween.

There was some really, really old grape soda.

This weekend, I'm thinking a hike and s'mores on our hibachi. Maybe I like fall in New England?

Drinks with Umbrellas Are Best

In an effort to combat the side effects of the antibiotics I'm taking for a terrible stomach bug, I've been on a wicked health kick lately. As in; greek yogurt with blueberries, wheat grass shots, brown rice salads.
I feel great. Energetic, healthy, etc. etc. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to sip on a drink with a different type of shot in it, and feel just smashing.

Shirt: Gap, Dress: Guess, Purse: Vintage, Tights: Topshop

I am a huge fan drink accessories being used as hair accessories, even if it is a little bit party girl silly. I figure, if Audrey Tatou does it (Lord, lord. I love that woman) in Hors de Prix then it must be lovely, and trashy in the good way.

Image courtesy of Moodboard.com

Travel Essentials

I can't remember if I've already posted this, but here are a few things that make getting around easier for me.

Travelling lightly. Wear the biggest and heaviest things you're bringing while in transit, so you only have to carry the lighter stuff. And stuff your shoes with underwear and socks. Pare everything down to essentials, and let your accessories make the outfits. Accessories like aviators and straw fedoras, for example.

Note: this is taken on the way home, and I

am sick and sleep deprived.

Good travelling shoes. That, for me, usually means easy to slip off heels. I can walk in heels. Hell, I can run in heels. But I'm not sure I can hike and ride an ATV (both of which were on the agenda for this trip) so I didn't bring a single pair this time around. Yes, it was embarrassingly difficult and I felt naked the whole time. But I stuck with these boots, which I kind of love.

No real tip here, just wanted to show off my passport case and manicure.

A bit of champagne at the airport. I know, I know, you're supposed to drink only water and vitamins before flying. But airport bars always seemed so exciting to me- you could meet anyone from anywhere. And it makes getting to the airport early so worth it. And the time differences make it socially acceptable to drink any time of day. Maybe I looked a little puffy at landing, but I learned a lot about French boarding schools from a very interesting woman so it was worth it.

Not pictured: a good dark eye mask, ear plugs and Emergen-C.

Being a bad blogger again, it's true. So here's what's been going on with me:

I've been working like a fiend. It's been fantastic, and resulted in pictures like this, which I'm so proud of I could spit.

I really, really like this photographer. And this park.

I've also just gotten back, stomach virus in tow, from a quick press trip to Mexico. It was fantastic (despite the stomach virus) and here's a litte taste:

A relic from an abandoned mission

Bernal, at sunset. Bernal is known as a magical town.

They don't use the word lightly.

A little boy at a camp we stayed at.

The view from the camp.

The ceiling in our hotel in Queretaro.

I'll be writing a full article, and posting a bigger gallery soon but I just wanted to show off how exciting the past few days have been.

Of course, now it's lovely to be back with The Boy and Rue and the bottle of delicious Mexican wine (who knew?) I brought back with me.