November is here darling. No other month in the year makes me feel less immortal than this one.
The next thirty days darling will be imbued with melancholia — drenched in an inexplicable dreariness that makes me want to raise apocalyptic questions throughout the day. Fun! But I mean really, the second day is an ode to the dead! The first, well, it celebrates the saints who remind us how imperfect we are in our behaviour, our thoughts, and our attitudes.
There are good things about this month nonetheless darling. We can don shawls upon coats, gloves over rings and knitwear over dresses and roam around the cobble stone streets of Paris, the village and wherever else you find yourself in thigh high boots, listening to the rain under your umbrella.
Story credit: Image via Marie Claire Spain.