'Tis the season to have heart palpitations over the prospect of watching Edward Scissorhands, Halloweentown (disney, circa 1998) and October Sky. Also, the smell of Pumpkin coffee creamer literally makes me drop dead. Absolutely. I die over anything black and glittery and get goosebumps (aka piloerection, obligatory nod to learning) when I see or hear the word "harvest." Although acceptable decorative ghosts, spiders, frankensteins, and mummys are few and far between, I am a sucker for the occasional classy witch. Yes, its true, my stone-cold heart melts at the first glimpse of Autumn. God strategically put me in Fayetteville, where Fall actually exists. Cardigans, Uggs (don't judge me), leggings, and men's shirts will be my wardrobe for the next few weeks as I bask in cool breezes, impossible teacher expectations, and obsessing over campus this time of year. So go get creative with your DIY projects and remember, keep the pumpkin decorating classy...
So, as tempted as I am to push back the wedding date and reveal something similar to the dynamite Halloween nuptials you see here, keep your calenders marked as is. This time next year, I'll be shaking black glitter all over my new home and asking Karl to go find perfect decorating pine cones in the remote forests of South Carolina. Ah marriage...
you are the best. i die for your blog. let's shake some black glitter on our cottage asap.
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