It's that time again.. transitioning from summer to fall. Southern Living put up an amazing article on their website with helpful tips of what to put away and what to continue wearing.
Put Away:
1. Seersucker. It’s the universal symbol of Southern summer. We must respect it and tuck it away at the proper time.
2. Strappy sandals. We wear open toes until the holidays, but the skin-baring, strappy numbers go back in the box early September.
3. Rosé. Time to switch to Chardonnay, girls.
4. Linen. Unless you’re headed to the beach this fall (and all rules are off at the coast), get your linens cleaned, pressed, and put away until Easter.
5. Fruity beers. So long, cucumber-infused saison. Hello, ales and porters.
6. Shimmery pastel lip gloss. Time for those luscious plum and red mattes.
7. Watermelon and peaches. No offense to our down-farther-south friends in Chile, but we really prefer certain summer produce to be fresh and local.
8. Lawn sprinklers. The grass stays green until November, but we get less obsessive about our turf after August.
9. Sundresses. The fashion mags tell us to layer them with cardigans and long-sleeve T-shirts underneath, but the truth is we’ve worn these things to death and we are ready to move ON.
10. White bucks. No explanation needed, fellas. It’s just done.
Keep!
On the flip side, some summery things never go away in the South—even on the most frigid 50-degree day:
1. Outdoor furniture. Stoke the fire pit—it’s football season!
2. Flipflops. Unfortunately, yes.
3. Gin & Tonic. Our fave cocktail doesn’t hibernate when temps drop, it just moves to the side of the bar to make room for more bourbon.
4. White jeans. I personally struggle with this one (that Southern drawl inside my head), but I do love them on other gals with chunky sweaters and jewel-toned silk blouses. Even with boots (gasp!).
5. Shorts. Runners and other fitness junkies don’t have to pull on the universally unflattering exercise tights until February—thank goodness.
6. Grills. It’s a widely known and accepted cliché that we barbecue all year. And we do.
7. Pedicures. Can’t have unpolished toes in yoga class, or anywhere else.
8. Convertibles. Actually, convertible season begins on Labor Day down here.
9. Garden shears. Those September roses need to be clipped and brought inside to enjoy.
10. The beach. Our coasts are a short drive for most of us, so off-season beach weekends are easy and frequent—and warm.
I talk too much. If there is a quiet lapse in a conversation, I will fill it. It's been like this all my life, getting me into trouble with my chatty ways. I tend to be very open about my experiences and my life, having no issue sharing. I find myself oversharing too soon in relationships, like word vomit that I can't stop, and knowing that I went too far, too soon. I know my boyfriend reads my blog, and I know he is probably nodding reading this post. When I first met him, I was in a rough emotional state. And for some reason, I thought it was a good idea to share everything. I was emotional slutty. I wanted him to know everything as quickly as possible so that he would leave me then, instead of later. Because not only was I emotional slutty, I was also emotionally damaged, unsure if I was ready for a relationship. Our first time skyping, I didn't wear any makeup (yikes!). I told him about past relationships faster than I should have, but it was more to prewarn him why I was gun-shy. I was completely 100% honest, but all the while knowing that I was sharing way too much way too soon. My mom even prewarned me to not share so much, but I obviously didn't listen. Thank God, Steve has taken it with stride, knowing that I am usually trying to explain why I am, the way I am. If I could go back, I would listen more, hold more in, sharing when the time was right. Don't make my mistake, don't be emotionally slutty.