I feel a bit like a guilty mistress,
but after dying my hair the darkest black brown,
and last nights tryst with a charcoal velvet cape, marled black wool sweater, and cow hide bag,
I'm officially cheating on summer.
I'm officially cheating on summer.
I can't help it...
dreams of handsome, supple leathers, plush velvets lush with color, and fur - fur!
roaring fires and walks through bedazzled trees basking in the crisp air...
fall apples straight off the tree.
Oh yeah, I've got it bad.
Anyone else feeling fall lust coming on?
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