A love letter to Autumn


My Darling Autumn,

It’s been months since I  felt your cool crisp breath upon my face. I miss your burning woody scent and the rosy tint you bring to my cheeks ( assisted with a little Benetint).  I miss the promise of cosy evenings in with goblets of red wine and crisps, my living room lit with the flattering glow of cinnamon candles and  fairy lights. 

Sitting indoors watching Luther while it’s still light outside makes me feel guilty. I need orange darkness. 

My furs, leathers, pleathers, and woollens are ready to be seen once again. My limbs tire of being slathered in brown goo and brandished to the world. They want to be buried in cashmere and bold prints, encased in layers and outerwear. My body needs structure, denim and boots, not floaty skirts and ballet pumps. I need to feel the support of  a strong wool coat with a faux fur collar.

I’m bored of the shops. How many crop tops can I woman who is nearly 30 own?  

My hair misses the hats. Follicles can’t always be on top form and ready to shine. Felt fedoras, chic berets, laid back beanies- they are gathering dust as we wait for the leaves to turn brown.

My throat aches for a soothing mug of hot chocolate topped with cream and marshmallows. My belly is crying out for a hearty stew, with a side of chunky bread. Fizzy drinks and iceberg lettuce offer no comfort.

So, it’s with a heavy heart that I will wait for you. I’ll endure the wasps in my car, the sweaty sleeps, the dry eyes and the sneezing. Just come soon. 

All my love,





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