The Smell of Rain

Sweater: c/o Territory Ahead; Top: c/o Chadwicks; Jeans: Gap; Necklace: c/o Pearl Source; Boots: Ross

After this weekend's outdoorsy get-away, getting back into the city was a bit of a rude, noisy awakening. I wore an atrociously mis-matching outfit (not the one above) because I wanted to cuddle down into some wool reminiscent of the wool-blanketed cabin we spent our Saturday and Sunday in. I felt myself slipping farther and farther down in my office chair, wanting quiet views and blustery weather. Luckily, we are welcoming in a bit of a rainy front and we're expecting some drops to start falling and temperatures to start lurking below the mid-seventies. We've had the warmest summer and fall that I have experienced in the Pacific Northwest and quite frankly, I think all of the PNW-ers that are used to constant rain all a bit rattled.

So at this point, I'm pretty sure I need to dress for the weather I want, not the weather I have. And so I got cozied up in a pretty new plaid and a soft, warm wool cardigan and went outside and guess what? I felt the first few drops of rain on my face and the smell of rain on fresh pavement filled the gloomy sky. Case in point - bundle if you want snow, rain-jacket if you want rain, wool-cardigans if you want a chill in the air. 

Is it shaping up to be fall where you all are? If so, please send some our way and change the colors of our leaves so that I can just bundle up and stop running around madly in the warm weather!