Fall is a thing that, well, isn't really a thing here.
The leaves don't change color.
Halloween doesn't exist.
It would be frowned upon to wear cute boots and suicidal to wear a sweater.
But gosh, I love Fall so much that yesterday I said, "What the heck. I have twelve free hours and a pad of scrapbook paper. I'm going to watch movies and decorate."
It's amazing how a 6x6-inch pad of pretty papers, cut into shapes and sewn with the needle and thread from my sewing kit, turned our boring white-washed house into a semi-festive home. The only decorations we brought with us were a large wedding picture, the aforementioned scrapbook paper, and that white picture frame that we got as a wedding present. It came with a cute insert for every season. This week I learned that it really doesn't take much to liven a place up, or to keep myself entertained.
I'm so crafty. (But you already kno-ow).