The Cure

It's officially fall. I've gone to an apple barn, I have crunched leaves under foot, and I have felt the frigid air. I'm ready to accept it. Every morning at the crack of dawn you will see me huddled in my black thrifted North Face and burgundy beanie trying to keep my flute warm in the cool autumn air during band. I look like a gothic marshmallow and fall. is. here.
  A while ago at the beginning of summer while at Goodwill me, Amazon, and a friend stumbled upon a dress. An old wedding dress complete with lace and ribbons-it looked handmade. I tried it on and it fit me like it had been tailored. It was the most beautiful thing; Amazon and I bought it and planned on altering it, but decided not to. It's perfect already! Makes me happy. (sorry the pictures are bad. cameras are weird...)

I'm in a weird mood right now. I feel like I'm in a creative drought. I don't know what to wear, I don't know what to write, I don't know what to make. I occasionally go through periods of time like this where I'm just... out I guess. The only cure to a mood like this is listening to Florence+The Machine and Grimes while staring out the window till I feel like myself again.