Orange Crush

So here we are, the end of August. The end of summer. At this point in August, I pretty much had it with the 90++ weather.  I long for mornings that do not feel instantly old and worn out at 10.  I am thinking about fall of course.  I can almost feel it.  It is getting darker earlier.  It is starting to get nippy at night. And I am starting to consider shoes that cover my feet and wishing that I'd wake up to a scarf kind of day.  So naturally, I start to think of orange - the color of fall - and the browns, and reds - the antidotes to all that relentlessly garishly bright light of overstaying summer.  

When fall nears, I instantly think of renewal as in redecorating.  We have an old artist's table that was painted orange a long time ago and it sits pretty much naked begging for stuff on top of it. The console below is inspirational and those birds are must-have and perfect for fall. I think of stuff like these the moment the whiff of fall is in the air. I saw pumpkins and Halloween decor at the stores the other day and all I could think of was - not soon enough, old friend, not soon enough. 

Some people do Spring cleaning, I do Fall revamping.  For me, fall is time for encore - a do-over, but better.  I am emptying drawers and letting go of stuff. I looked at my closet the other night and saw a battlefield.  Orange revives me. It gives me hope and brightness and inspiration.  It makes me happy.  I cannot wait for it to shed its neon status of the summer and gets restored to its autumnal glory. I am lying in wait with my orange scarves, purse, and throws for our couch where I can be found happily lounging- keeping warm.  Ahhhh, fall - come already!