Bikinis in fall: Last week, on a particularly bright and hot afternoon, there was a bikini photo shoot outside my office window.  Not to confuse anyone, my office overlooks the high-rise apartment complex next door and is eye level with its two infinity pools.  The model, well, she might as well not have been wearing anything, such was the coverage of her swimsuits.  If we were to plot visitors to my office on a line chart, we would have most definitely seen a spike that day (and the following one, wishful thinking by some young men).

Changing of the seasons: Over the weekend, we had some blustery, cooler weather blow in, along with some rain showers that merited breakout out the over-the-knee knit socks and Hunter rain boots.  Although I don’t much look forward to fall, at least it introduces some variety to the days.  “No news is good news” is how the saying goes but also makes for a very dull, unexciting and vanilla fall.  At least we can look forward to…

Boots!: I have a disease; my boot collection is more expansive than a Southern girl’s has any right to be.  Riding boots (real riding boots), combat boots, cowboy boots, rain boots, snow boots, seriously what gives?  Maybe it’s some defense mechanism about my feet.  Or the hardiness of that particular type of footwear.  Or I just don’t like cold toes.  I’ve got another pair arriving in the post today.  After this, I’m cut off, right?

Pumpkin everything: I might have made up for all of the cooking that I’ve neglected for the past few weekends and pumpkined everything on Saturday.  Pumpkin and kale lasagna and pumpkin coffee crumb cake (recipe to come later).  Oh and maybe a few pumpkin spice lattes in between.  You know what the overwhelming response to that was?  MOAR!

My new thing called Pinterest: So I’m about 5,000 years late to the party that is Pinterest.  It’s like showing up after the party is in full swing and discovering that everyone’s dance card is full (Clearly this isn’t really still a thing, is it?  Dance cards?).  I’ve consciously cut myself off from burning more than a few hours on this thing; I need a new internet addiction like I need a new pair of boots.  Okay, maybe not the best simile to use.

Manners are underrated: Mini rant - What flipping gives, guys?  What happened to good, old-fashioned manners?  Please and thank you.  Walking a girl to her car.  Or calling or texting someone back when you’ve made plans to do something together on a certain day / time on the weekend and letting them know that you’ve changed your mind / canceled / come down with the flu / moved away to Antigua.  Grow a fudging pair and if rejection is on the menu, don’t be afraid to serve it up.  You all know I hate waiting but you know what I hate more?  Waiting for other people to “man up.”

So what are you Yea or Nahh about this fall?