It’s a little strange thinking about autumn when summer is still intent on burning us to a crisp, here in the west of England, but I know how quickly things can change. I’ve known - and in recent years - September 1sts when it became autumn overnight, as if Mother Earth keeps her very own Google calendar and, like Doctor Who and UKIP voters, considers Britain to be The World. So…that’s unlikely then.
I am thinking about it though. Autumn, not Doctor Who (except for the occasional frisson about my TV boyfriend coming back, again, for the 60th aniversary special, obviously).
Because I generally dread it once the novelty factor has worn off - usually around September 2nd - I have been applying my new How To Change Everything method and asking myself,”What if I loved Autumn? What would it look like?” and then making a plan to create that lovely scenario as closely as I can.
The first thing that rose to the surface was colours. I mean, AUTUMN.
Thanks to a dry, hot August we have lots of plants delivering early third season hues, and when I look forward to the version of me who loves autumn, she’s wearing them.
I’m obsessed with the rusty colour of Common sorrel (top left). It’s my number one colour goal when I’m searching for good second hand clothing. Not an easy find but I’m an experienced and enthusiastic hunter.
After that, it’s the golden browns of leaves. All the tones, shades and saturations.
Slightly less organically, I’m feeling burnt orange, ivy green, and deep berry red. I’ve already picked up some bargains for our living room which means that by about mid-November I’ll be able to completely merge with the sofa like a chameleon, but with less cold tolerance.
Autumn is my favorite season (in life, too) and I am really looking forward to it. Love your "What if I loved..." method! Think I may need to adopt that! xo
Ohhhh....that color, Jo! And that brilliant "What if I loved..." strategy! You've inspired me to try it on the remaining days of summer (though I'm pretty sure the first sarcastic question that popped into my mind "What if I loved mouldering in a pool of my own sweat?" isn't a helpful application of the practice.) I think I'll tap into late summer sounds, because those intrigue me. Like Kerstin, autumn is my home season.