Personal Style: Fall Into Sunshine (Plaid on Stripes)

This autumn feels different. It is a delicious awakening. After all these years of finding fall so very sad, telling myself I will not be fooled by nature in being distracted by how beautiful the leaves turn and drift splendidly to the ground and how sweet the crispy weather feels after the intense heat of summer. But I see now that I have been fooling myself. The dying is as beautiful as the rebirth. And I can enjoy the melancholy, and be inspired by it. So for the first time since I have come to know these seasons, I am not going through autumn guarded. I am giving myself to it and it feels ecstatic to be fully tuned to its charm. I find myself coming to full stops on my walks and errands so as to get a better look and admire how the leaves glow in certain lights. The other day I watched a squirrel burry its nuts and I wondered, are squirrels happy? What does happiness means to a squirrel? The chirping birds are leaving but the soft music of rustling leaves is sensual and the delight of stepping into their wind gathered pools feels like running out into the rain. Yesterday, it rained and leaves plastered the pavements like flowers pressed, lovingly, into a memory book.
This week has been ridiculously nice and one could go about without a jacket. So here I am layering one of my favorite oversized sweaters with a plaid shirt dress that I have had for years and my old favorite skirt which I love finding new ways to wear. The scarf/shawl is a sample from my new FW '15 collection. The necklace and bracelet belongs with my Happy Koryo series, and the bag is a sample from my SS '15 collection.  And it is no secret that I have a thing for bright colored tights! It cheers me to look down to something bright and colorful. I am wearing my hair in bantu knots for a few days then they will be back in twists which are so much easier to handle.

Have a blast.
^_^
j



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