I hate sweating. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s good for me, and I should do it more because that means I’m actually exercising for health benefits, but I hate sweat. I hate sweating on my clothes, I hate the sweat that migrates from the inside of my knees to my ankles, I hate the beads of sweat dripping down my forehead when I’ve only walked a half of a block.I hate the mustiness of the air, I hate the dust I can see in the air, I hate the fact that I can only walk a block before Ollie’s tongue is hanging out the side of his mouth. And I hate how tired I get in this heat.
What I love is sweater weather. I love crisp apples. I love pumpkins and the smell of the roasting chestnuts. I like closed-toe heels and lace-up oxfords and pageboy hats. I like brown leaves and red leaves and leaves of all colors. I like lake breezes and the smell of change in the air. I like sharpened pencils and new school supplies and deep, rich color names like burgundy, indigo and mahogany. I like twilight at 8 and sunrise at 6. I like sipping pinot noir outside under a blanket while reading a book. I like when my hair isn’t a giant frizz ball. I like being able to wear a metal necklace and not get scarred.
In other words, I love fall. I’d hate to admit this, but I’m ready for fall. Give me sweater weather over excessive heat warning any day!
[...] at the bus stop, defeated. My favorite boots are scuffed, my finger is bleeding and I’m sweating (and we all know how much I love sweating…) Then I get a phone call. My knight in Town & Country armor (my dad) is headed my way, meet him [...]