We watch a lot of movies in our home, and they are often ones that we already know backwards and forwards. I’ve always preferred “popping in a movie” to playing music, and I think it’s just because my mind wanders too much when I’m alone with music. I start cleaning my home, I put on an album that I’ve been wanting to listen to, and next thing I know I’m regretting something that I did in eighth grade, and wanting to reactivate my Facebook so that I can re-friend all of those people that I un-friended in tenth grade. It makes no sense, but it’s my reality. So, when I need noise, I know that I can count on my favorite movies to fill the space, and carry my mind into that movie world that feels so, so good.
You’ve Got Mail is one of them. It has my favorite holidays, my favorite times of the year, lines that are applicable in every day life, and a soundtrack that sticks with me. It has Kathleen Kelly’s wardrobe that I can identify with. It has a children’s bookstore decorated with twinkle lights and stuffed Arthurs and Madelines on the bookstore shelves. It has joy, and warmth and the movie feels like a warm blanket. It has Kathleen Kelly crawling into bed with her shoes on — a part that always made my mom cringe.
This movie sets me straight.
“When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, back.”
“I gotta go get some eucalyptus candles, ’cause they make my apartment smell moss-ay.”
“Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.”
This time of year brings up every memory that I’ve made by autumn’s glorious light, and it makes my heart literally ache. While I try, I can’t think of a single sad, autumn memory. Each year, this season has held joy, laughter, opportunity, warmth, and so much life. I feel like there is a symphony being played in my chest, making my heart flutter to the trill of the cellist.
Swirled in this memory pool, are memories with my Abbey. We carved pumpkins together every.single.year. We baked together, we made soup together, we ran around our beautiful Tuscaloosa home in sock feet together. She would buy mums for the front porch, and weeks later they would die. We would curl up on her couch and watch movies by the light of some autumn scented candle. She would pile up on my bed and talk to me while I worked on projects of all sorts. We would seek out the best leaves together, and hike the arboretum. This time of year makes me miss this gal more than ever. I miss her chunky socks, and her collection of sweatpants from past beaus. I miss the way she laughs at herself after she says something gross. I miss the days when we had all the time in the world to fill each other in on what was happening in our lives, and didn’t have to cram it into a single phone call or a short visit.
I feel like I miss so much of her life, and she misses so much of mine. I will throw the most extravagant, but also very appropriate party whenever she moves back to the sweet, sweet south. I love you, Abbey gal. Can’t wait til’ you’re mine again.
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- Pyne and Smith dresses: I have one dress from this fantastic brand, and I could live in it. I wore it all summer and it proved itself to be the most perfect, most comfortable, easy, breezy dress that I ever could have hoped for. I would love to add a few more to my closet, and I think that the black and the blue would be great for work, off days, and days when pants just aren’t ideal. I could layer a chunky sweater over them for chillier days, and oh boy, I just want them right NOW.
- Brooklyn Candle Studio Pumpkin Harvest Candle: I’ve never smelled this candle, but if it’s as good as the branding, I know it would be perfect. Some pumpkin candles are too sweet, but this one sounds like it hones in more on the spice component, which is my favorite part of pumpkin anything.
Pumpkin Spice everything please.
- Brooklyn Candle Studio Spiked Apple Cider Candle: Again, I’ve never smelled this candle, but I’m confident that it is heavenly.
- Manready Mercantile Cedar + Sage Candle: Never smelled, but I know that it would not disappoint me. It would fill my home with its blissful, woodsy aroma, setting the tone for an evening of cocktails and visits with friends.
- Parachute x Jenni Kayne Striped Linen Duvet Cover: Abbey received a Parachute duvet cover as a wedding gift, and all of us gals passed it around the circle and admired it longingly. I stumbled upon this one and I love the subtle, almost railroad striping, and I know that it would look just as lovely in spring with crisp white sheets, as it would look in November with a big, cozy, rusty red colored throw laying at the foot of it, and my black and white cat perched up by the pillows. (Heart eyes for daaaays)
- Madewell Rivet & Thread Sweatshirt: I have the red one and I want to live in it. I know that the ivory would be just as perfect. It’s slouchy, but sexy in just the right way. It’s comfortable and warm, but light enough for Alabama. Want want want.
- Red Musc Eau de Parfum by Mad et Len: Years and years ago, a friend of mine was an au pair in Paris for the children of a woman who worked with Chanel, I believe? The woman sent my friend back to the states with gifts, and rejected Chanel perfume scents that never made it to production. My friend let me pick one out for myself, and I wore it all the time. It was exactly what I wanted in a perfume. Sweet, but not too sweet, dark, but not too dark, light, but not too light, and feminine, with a hint of masculine. It was just right. I used every bit of it, down to the last drop, and then it was gone. Getting it reproduced would be such a process and probably expensive. BUT, the other day a different friend took me to a shop in town and made me smell this perfume that she loved, and it.smelled.just.like.mine. There was the slightest difference, that I couldn’t pinpoint, but it’s the closest that I’ve come to finding THE ONE. It has a pretty steep price tag. BUT, that’s what Christmas and anniversaries are for? Right? wink wink.
- Apple Watch: Trey says that I have a scary heartbeat, and sometimes I believe him. I’ve gotten my heart checked out and supposedly all is well. BUT, he said that he wants to get me the new Apple watch, and I’m not going to argue. I love the gold, and I’ll buy a brown or black leather band for it one day. I love that Mickey Mouse, Minnie, Woody, Buzz, etc. can all be the background, just tapping their foot as the seconds pass. It’ll have a bunch of fun, new, fitness features, and I think it would be nice to know how my heart handled the two cups of coffee I had last night, and the cup I had this morning, and the cup I’ll have later on…
- Runamok Maple Syrup Sugarmaker’s Cut: I’ve seen this in magazines for years, and I keep forgetting about it. If I put it here, maybe I won’t forget. Runamok Maple is known for their maple syrups, and this one is as pure as it gets.
There have been some developments at work. Good developments, but it means that every off day will have to be planned out and my visits home will be more and more scarce. It’s exciting to have this work opportunity, but it’s unsettling to know that I won’t have the freedom to come and go. It’s for the best though.
Today was the day! The first day that I saw pumpkins being sold. Did I mention that I love autumn? Oh, I did here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and countless other places? Well, I’m mentioning it again because I just can’t NOT say it. I love it. For the past several years, I’ve made sure to document my first pumpkin of the season. It’s always such an exciting day for me, and it’s the most joyful feeling to walk through a farmers market while bouncing a pumpkin on your hip.
I’ve found so much happiness in the last several days. I decorated for Halloween, which gave my apartment the change that I felt like it needed. I made turkey chili, which warmed me and Trey up so nicely. I tweaked this recipe. I’ve made it a few times now, and I believe it to be THE BEST. I’ve had great talks with great friends. Tomorrow, we are going to visit Trey’s parents, and today I am knocking things off of my to-do list left and right.
Fall feels good. It feels light. Days are shorter but everything is brighter. The air is cool but everyone is warmer. I feel better than ever when autumn rolls around, and while the summer temperatures might stick around a bit longer, autumn has made its way into my soul and I can feel it settling in and making itself comfortable. Stay forever if you want to, autumn. I never mind.
I can’t say enough about this man that I married. I talk about him all the time, and thankfully no one gets annoyed. My days end with coming home to him, or him coming home to me, and I think that is one of life’s simplest pleasures. He is smart, witty, handsome, sincere, kind, loving, strong, generous, chivalrous, warm, and I said before that I think his body runs on tinsel, jingle bells, and antique Christmas ornaments. He is merry, and oh how I love him so. He is such a romantic. He is thoughtful and I don’t think that I’ve ever had to remind him to be thankful for anything. He is the perfect match for me, in every single way. Where I can be careless and scattered, he stands one step ahead with the thing that I thought I forgot. Where I can be moody and grouchy, he knows when to sit tight and let the wave roll by, and when to chime in and bring me back to reality. So often, it feels like he and I share a wavelength that no one else is on. We communicate so well, and we know which buttons not to push. We know how to throw water on the fire, and which moves to take to avoid fanning any flames. He knows when I need my mom. He knows when I need my girlfriends. He knows when I just need to come home and crawl in bed. He knows where my bobby pins are, while I never do. These are just a few examples, and are nothing in relation to the entire picture of what makes him who he is, and what makes him perfect for me.
If you want to gag and stop reading go ahead, but I’m still going.
We are in this season of our lives that we have never been in before. We are pressing pause on travel plans, so that we can tackle bigger things. We are talking about getting a puppy one day in the not so far away future. We are soaking up every bit of time with each other before we bring anyone else into our little family. We are trying to balance work with visits to our families. We are continuing to learn about each other, and gaining strength through this. We are working towards our future, and finding joy in every step of the process. I said in yesterday’s post, “if you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right.” This remains to be true. We must be doing it right, because we are having fun.