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Autumn is Here

I'm having fun right now. 
Fun meaning, going thrift shopping and finding
things for me that will be perfect for Fall.

Sure, I'm writing short stories, essays, and always working on a book.
But after years of doing JUST that, I can't do 
it all day, every day, hour after
hour anymore. I think I burned myself out a couple years ago.

And that's where vintage came in and rescued me.
I found this goody last year. Like, I seriously almost
hyper-ventilated when I saw it. So rare, so amazing.
It feels like it's from the 1950s or 1960s.
No tags or labels, so it's a guess as to the decade.

It's a wool Cowichan Style Cardigan Sweater.

It's so warm, the only place around here I can wear it
is Lake Tahoe. Which is fine by me.

 And a few days ago, I found this cool tribal cardigan sweater.

And it's not nearly as warm as the Cowichan, 
so I can actually wear this in Sacramento this year.

I realize that this isn't a fashion blog. But, I'm really just trying to
keep my sanity here. 

Now, having said that, I just read a really fantastic middle grade book
called The Fourteenth Goldfish by Jennifer Holm.
It is a lovely book. So different, cute, funny and of course, well-written.
What else would you expect from a Newberry-Award-Winning and New York Times
best selling author?
Even if you don't read middle grade fiction, this one is worth a read. Click the title
above to read the summary. It would take me 
a book just to summarize it when Amazon can do it better.

Okay, back to sweater weather talk.

Autumn, I'm so glad you've arrived... even if it is 88 degrees out today.


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