I love autumn.
I love the way it attacks all your senses at once, with rich variegated colors and light, and the crisp-smoky smell of campfires, and the daily arc from tingly-sharp cold to sun-toasted warmth and back again.
I am not a particularly domesticated Kat most of the year, but autumn brings out the Holly Homemaker in me. I love picking out Halloween costumes. Love taking the kids trick-or-treating in Palmyra. I love making pie.
I love pulling out my yarns and sitting curled up in a comfy chair crocheting something lovely, soft and warm. Just finished up a shawl made of alpaca wool a friend gave me years ago. She gave me three big spools of it, and I haven’t done a thing with any of it till now because one thing I’ve learned from attending the Fiber Festival is that alpaca wool is CRAZY EXPENSIVE. So I’ve been too intimidated to use it.
But I am in the middle of some kind of transitional mid-life thing, where I am reflecting on the half of life I’ve finished and the other half I (hopefully!) still have in front of me. I don’t have any fine china, or we’d be using it and enjoying it. But I do have three spools of ridiculously costly yarn that didn’t actually cost me anything. So I’m using it.
What have you been saving for a special occasion?
I don’t know about you, but I think fall is glorious and beautiful enough to qualify.