Autumnal Aesthetics
Tiny details. About a week ago I was a white, 30-something female with no Halloween decorations, which I'm pretty sure is illegal. I did used to have a really cute stuffed pumpkin in grad school, but I think I lost that to the mold house. Anyway, I seem to be somewhere between Harvestcore and Semi Spoopy Lite - both of which are hilarious because my nerves can't handle anything of a Spoopy nature well and I am so horrifically allergic and reactive to all the natural prettiness of the season. I'm not wholly bereft of the season, however; I seem to naturally manufacture lovely autumnal scenes now in my kitchen with all the squash and baking that happens behind my still-closed windows. A few years ago it was brought to my attention that not many people say "autumn" in my area, while that is my default name for the season. Having moved a lot as a kid I do have a cobbled together dialect and I still get remarks as I move as an adult. I don't mind, but once in a wh...