It's September. Wait. What? A big fat NINE is all up in the business before the slash. Holy gulp. Roll call. September is present. And in East TN that means we officially CAP LOCK Volunteer orange clothing. It also means that the low nineties highs are gradually replaced with a humid how-bout-85-instead.
About a month ago I climbed the Mt. Everest otherwise known as my closet. I cleaned it out. I organized it. I ridded myself of whole heap of "hmmm, what was I thinking with this purchase?" This exercise was what I would like to call a very therapeutic experience. Living about a 1/2 inch away from a good metaphor at any given exhale, I can easily set this piece off with some symbolism. I will spare you. Trust me on this one.
Let's just focus on the fact that I value a good cardigan. Let's count 16 appreciations of this article of clothing. One-to-the-six, I love a cardi. I have more cardigans than I do sweat socks. Underwear for that matter. What in tarnation has me in this absolute obsession with covering my upper body over top an initial base coverage? I wanna blame the sub-zero temps of my mother-in-law's house. That place where she serves me delicious dinners and I freeze a little more into a 5'9" ice cube as I chew. But she's not to blame. Nah. It's a deep fix. There's something safe & delightful there in the cardigan. I sense it. I'm drawn to it even. Meg, you have SIXTEEN of them. No duh. It's most definitely you not her.
So I'm diving into what wraps me happy. Kinda like what I did at my 20 year high school reunion. This weekend I found myself nestled next to faces that knew & loved me with braces and before a bra. I commenced to a whole lotta laughter, hugs, great talks. And DANCING. After a weekend like this, the above is the best my 38.5 year old self can muster up. I be tired. Mama bear doesn't keep those kinda hours nor does she dance & sweat that much on her regular Saturday night, okay?
But celebrating was worth the effort. It filled my bucket back up with reminders of friendship and the purpose behind a good past. That past has played right along with me into the who I am a little more today. And that who just so happens to heart a cardi. So, I'm gonna celebrate that. And I want you to join me.
I plan to sport my sweet little cover-ups to you all month long. Different ensembles and stories to go with. It's important that I exercise my inner right to feed the fettish of a sound 2nd layer. I can't give you an exact number of how many installments this little September series will have. Heck, I can't even find my toothbrush from the weekend of party-hardying. Let's just say I'm comin' at you cardi style on a weekly basis, okay? All.month.long.
I love the radicalness of a cardigan with denim shorts. Mixing mint with electric blue, Meg? Um, yeah. The bootie. Ahh, the booo-tayyyy. It's in, peeps. Now is the time to cover those crusty, chipped toenail polished feetsies. And who doesn't love a good ole worn out tee? One so soft it may just serve as a sleeper shirt too. Did I say that out loud?
Now play with me, okay?For realz do. Mister Rogers deserves our all in this month. I'm gonna be posting pictures on Instagram,Facebook and Twitter using the #kmaccardiparty in celebration of my favorite Fall accessory. I'd love for you to join. Feel free to tag me with @meghancobble so I can see your kinda fantastic.
Edit-to-add: k.Mac's scents annual Fall celebration sale starts today! There's a new girl in town.Meet Blueberry Pumpkin Pie.She is delish. Straight-from-the-oven glorious I tell you.