Autumn Wear │ Vintage Wool

Coming this week!

One of my favorite fabrics is wool. And unless it's super light weight, like a gaberdine wool, you can't wear it until fall in most places in the US, but especially here in Sacramento where the heat can be suffocating and eternal.

So, when I begin to see thrift stores setting out their wool sweaters, and thick cardigans, puffy warm jackets, and cozy flannels, I smile.

A lot.

Even if the temperatures are near the century mark in degrees of heat --  like today -- I  flourish with happiness poking through the sweaters, finding the thickest, most quality wool.

I'm in my own little heaven.

Coming soon!

This blanket was too good to pass up (probably not wool, feels like a nylon/acrylic blend). The colors within each rainbow dial are deep and rich. I'd keep it for myself, but I know it's not for me. This belongs to someone else. I can feel it.

In fact, I get that notion with each piece of clothing I pick. Even if the item fits me, or I can think of a place it fits in my home, there are times when I know the item doesn't belong to me, and hither it goes to the shop.

It's funny, that. It's almost as if the clothes talk to me. And perhaps, they do.

After all, these items find their way to me.

And it's up to me to direct them to you. Every time.

She's a beauty. A wounded bird,
but still gorgeous. Coming soon!

Autumn is close. I can smell it in the mornings, the crisp tang, the damp swath of cool. It's begun.

To those who live in colder climates and are relishing the warm days, enjoy them. But for we Californians who battle heat and the endless wildfires, we're done. Worn out. Tired of the smoke and weary of the heat.

Summer you've had your turn. Your harsh but definitive turn. Allow Autumn her way in, let her swoosh in with the wind, landing ever so kindly to our worn out valleys and hills, dousing us with relief and cool calm.

It would do us a bit of extreme good.

Happy weekend, friends. ♥