Nothing gets my heart racing faster nor my thoughts turning quicker toward the way amber sunlight looks as it filters through a field of dry rustling corn, or the way a fire feels on a cool Autumn evening. Or the way crinkled maple leaves smell when they are trampled under foot quite like the first fall issue of a style magazine.
Wait….I hear you saying…..what?
Yes, it is true. When I crack open that brand new, stiff and momentarily ungiving magazine spine and behold Tweeds and Plaids, crimson matte lipsticks and cable knit sweaters I will admit, I go a bit weak in the knees. I am by no means a slave to fashion. And during the rest of the year you’d probably find me half-heartedly and restlessly flipping through a fashion magazines glossy pages only in line at the grocery store or waiting in the dentists office. But there is just something about those back-to-school, cold weather is on it’s way, the changing season calls for a more dramatic hand with the eye-liner issues that I cannot resist. And I don’t know why.
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