Oh hey, baby Fall
You guys. I’ve been biting my nails anxiouslyyyy waiting to gush about this pullover. I kept it safe and sound in the corner of my room, just hoping for the Fall breeze to drift in. And lo and behold. It came. A baby version at least. How kind, you know?
So I opened up my windows and snuggled into this Southern Marsh coziness for the afternoon. And then preceded to wear it every day hence forth. But I’m warning you now: the people will gather and the sleeves will be petted. It’s just that kind of show stopper without even meaning to be. Worth it in all the ways. Also be warned: your husband WILL steal it and wear it as his own. And you’ll be forced from here on out to call dibs before running out the door for a date night to Trader Joe’s. (Side note: I apologize if I talk about Trader Joe’s too much. Just know I will continue to talk about it and probably won’t be able to stop. This is my burden).
Fall, you are a sweet treat we’ve been waiting for. Mostly I was just excited to get to live in this sweater. But I’m telling you I appreciate your duty of leaf color changing and your signature bonfire scent and welcoming all things pumpkin. I really do. And I'll be here, in this comfiness, on my couch, planning apple picking parties and Football Tailgates as my official "we're glad you're coming!" you beautiful season, you.