According to reports from the recent New York Fashion Week, the weather was hot and steamy. Even so, one woman was spotted wearing a fur coat in her seat in the front row. And Madonna’s daughter, Lourdes Leon, showed up at the Alexander Wang show wearing a fluffy turtleneck sweater.
Talk about pushing the season.
Back on Planet Earth, dressing can be a little tricky this time of year.
“I’m thinking about socks,” one friend told me the other day, when we were talking about this very thing. How long can we stretch the sandal-wearing season before we pull out the hosiery and closed-toe shoes? Hopefully not yet, considering I just switched my polish color from poppy pink to a more fall-ish deep rose.
Still, did I regret not wearing a sweater or jacket the other cool morning? Yes I did.
Am I tired of most of my hot-weather clothes? You bet.
Transitioning from late summer to early fall involves much more than clothing choices. It also triggers a change in food cravings.
Grilled burgers or beef stew?
Iced tea or hot coffee?
Ice cream or warm brownies (or why not both, come to think of it)?
The other day, I ate soup for lunch – for the first time in months. A hearty bowl of Creole Gumbo. It had rained earlier that day and I wanted soup. Not salad. Not yogurt and fresh fruit. Soup.
At the supermarket I whiz by the watermelon and head straight to the apples. I notice pumpkins and mums for sale. Over the last week, I have had conversations with two friends about our favorite slow-cooker recipes.
I’m thinking about cinnamon and planning to make the first apple crisp of the season soon – if I can remember how to turn on the oven. Perhaps a few weeks later, I’ll bake a pumpkin pie.
Decor-wise, the potted annuals on the porch and patio are sad-looking (I admit I lost interest in them a few weeks ago), but it feels too early for harvest wreaths, scarecrows and gourds. To tide me over, I could drum up some late summer/early fall ideas with dried bouquets, green apples, grapevine wreaths, sunflowers, burlap, wine corks ... Pinterest will give me more ideas than I can handle.
In the meantime, I’ll keep wearing sandals and ignoring the porch pots but I’ll remember to bring along a sweater.
But, no, I haven’t bought any mums. Yet.