I could not be more pleased that Labor Day is behind us, taking Summer with it. I think most people are either Summer people or Fall people, while anyone who prefers Winter or Spring I can’t categorize or stereotype and thus wish to avoid altogether. Whether you are a Summer Girl or a Fall Girl, all you ever hear about around this time is how BOOT WEATHER IS HERE. Boots, boots, boots. Everyone is so excited for boots. Pinterest boards are buckling under the weight of all the new boot pins. Look, I like to tuck my jeans into my shoes as much as the next person, but let’s all calm down about the boot situation.

{Though I do love a nice over-the-knee sock/boot situation}

I’m a Fall person for many reasons. A primary, and particularly weighty one is my birthday. November 1st is a clutch spot for a Fall birthday–you’re really in the thick of it, Autumnally speaking, and yet it’s a clean couple weeks before people really start stressing about holidays. The seasonal Starbucks cups haven’t even come out yet, which is the first sign of trouble.

Paul Rudd and Amy Poehler; or, Fall Heaven

In addition to prime birthday real estate, I look great in hunter green, my hair is red, and my head is the size of a pumpkin, so I’m basically the personification of Fall. Speaking of pumpkins, I love pumpkins. I can talk to you about pumpkins all day. I’ve got a pumpkin Jack-o-Lantern mug in the back of my cupboard facing a wall that no one is allowed to use until the Halloween spirit has descended upon us in order to preserve its seasonal novelty (and magic).

{New Englanders and our pumpkin beer need to RELAX}

I like Summer, but I love Fall. I get burned out on Summer because there is too much pressure to have fun, particularly as a New Englander. We know that in a matter of months bad weather will have the power to cancel our plans or in the best circumstances, we have to set aside a coat check budget because your beer jacket can’t actually prevent frost bite. But until then, it’s all caramel apples and crunchy leaf piles (that I do not play in because my mom once told me there’s dog poop in leaf piles…but the idea is nice).