According to my mailbox, it is autumn. All of the fall catalogs are rolling in and after this scorcher of a summer- I am ready. Of course I am coveting all of the clothing, but I also love to look through the houseware catalogs and check out their fall spreads. Simon Pearce has some shots that are so simple and feel like New England- I can just smell the hot cider and feel the crisp air.
Without even knowing her name, I am already a huge fan of Twig Hutchinson (see this post and what may be the mis-credited image in this post). She's a English stylist who's beautiful work is probably best recognized in the pages of Toast. I just adore her palette of cool colors with those pops of warmth in the yellow or pink or the texture of a wool blanket or bunny ear...
It's still sweltering here in North Carolina. There is no need for anything other than a tank top and cotton skirt. Even that much sometimes feels like too much. So excuse me for longing for the fall. I want to feel that autumn crispness, I want to see faces pink with cold, I want, for the love of all things holy and good, to be able to wear jeans. These pictures, from the fall catalog of Toast, aren't helping. I love the mustard yellows and dark blues and touches of pink and orange in these images. And I want to live in a drafty old cottage where one needs to be wrapped up in beautiful scarfs and wear worn leather boots. Come on, fall, I need you.
