Well, it’s not really a hint. It was 39 degrees this morning. That’s more like a smack. So on this first (sunny and gorgeous) first crisp (smack) of fall coming August (is it still August?) morning, I’m thinking fall sewing. Tights and dresses. Sweaters and jeans. My little peanut is tucked up under an afghan on the couch with her grandma. I’ll be making her dresses and leggings for fall, too.
The dog, who is shedding like it’s 90 degrees out still, will start shivering, and making new yarn for mama to spin. I’m knitting a beautiful 3×3 rib scarf, on 10 needles to accomodate for the halo of canine cashmere. I wish I spun my own, but the services do it so nicely, all washed, and rolled into skeins. I figured what would I really love, and that’s my warm doggie snuggled up around my neck and face. If you’ve ever snuggled up to a double-coated dog, and buried your nose in their soft undercoat, it’s delightful (though hopefully when they are clean dogs!) and cozy.
It’s been an unusually cold summer, but it’s still been summer, and we’re sorry to be saying goodbye. I love fall. It’s one of my favorite seasons. But I miss summer – and fall is so fleeting. By November, we’re shivering in rain and 40s, which is nobody’s idea of a nice fall. October is nice. September is nice. Cozy scarves, warm sweaters, ponchos and wraps. Corduroys. Aah, yes, corduroys.
Yeah I love fall. But I’m soaking up the last week of summer this week in sundresses and sandals. It’s still summer here!