For me, Fall is a time of death and mourning because fall is when I have to start wearing warmer clothes. Most ladies I know love the turn to crisper, cooler weather because there are more fun styling opportunities: sweaters and other long-sleeved layers, tights, etc. It seems all ladies love the death of summer. Not this chipmunk. Planning for cold weather, whether it's putting on a sweater first thing in the morning, or bringing a heavier coat because you know it will be pretty cold later in the evening, makes me sad in the same way fibre makes that guy in that commercial sad.
So to mourn the passing of summer to fall* and the subsequent re-incorporation of jackets, sweaters, tights, and (the worst) socks to my wardrobe, here is a song, see if you can figure out the tune:
I was like, good gracious summer was bodacious
It was tenacious, tryin to show patience
Lookin for the right time to hit the beach
Waitin for the right time to eat an Okanagan peach
Then suddenly it's leavin, and I'm grievin
Oh, while the rest of you heathens
Check it, forgot it already at the store for sweater weavin
Sweaters, jackets, wool - I'm perceivin
No deceivin, don't want no sleeves and, no teasin
I need you to help me if I gotta wear some more
Give that weather what it's askin for (oh)
Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I don't feel like touchin wool (ah, ah)
And cant nobody stop the cold so baby tell me why you scold
(I said)
Its gettin cool in here (so cold)
Let's add one piece of clothing
I am gettin so cold, I wanna put more clothes on
*I have recently spoken of first world problems, and this has GOT to be one. Whining that I have to start wearing the warm clothes I have stashed away in my closet already? Yeah, privileged. Dang it! Privilege keeps taking away my right to complain.
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