I wore my boots with boot socks today, and a scarf with horses printed on it. It’s officially fall, and I’m ready.
So ready that I keep asking Jared, “Is it Christmas yet?”
But I can still taste the last drips of summer in my mouth, and film is the only way to show, really, what it was like.
Am I the only one mad for the unpredictability, the colors, the rawness and beauty of it? Film and summer both.
Here’s to one room beach-town diners with the smallest bathrooms I’ve ever seen, chairs by the pool, and gorgeous light.
