I effing love fall. Everything about it. The leaves, the smells, the colors. Bonfires, football, cider. I love all of it.
This past weekend I had the most quintessential, clichéd, fabulous fall weekend ever. My husband, puppy and I rented a lake house, complete with vibrant changing leaves. I canoed. I sat by the fire. I picked apples. I checked out giant pumpkins. I drank cider. I wore wool and plaid, cozy sweaters and leather boots.
It was perfect. No pumpkin spice latte necessary.
sweater: old (similar)
vest: c/o south moon under
denim: c/o south moon under (currently 20% off!)
boots: j.crew (old, similar)