false fall + whimsy hunting
Is Kentucky’s first False Fall of 2025 sending anyone else into a much-welcomed cozy frenzy? I’m still waiting to decorate the house fully until we get into a -ber month, but I’m not ashamed to admit that I threw my Bourbon Apple Something-or-Another candle under the warmer lamp. (Word to the wise: if you’re chronically creating a fire hazard because you can’t remember to blow out your candles when you leave the house, get you a warmer lamp, baby).
Something about the cooler weather, the breeze, the being able to step outside and not feel like you’re entering a sauna from hell–so refreshing, right? Alas it is still technically summer and the lawn needs to be mowed. If you’re in your whimsy era like me, you’re actively looking for silly shit to do to make yourself giggle. This week, that meant I weed-eated half of my backyard (the battery died) just because it felt good outside and the back and forth motion (because that’s how you mow a lawn with a weedeater) was actually pretty meditative.
It’s a total hackjob, similar to how my golden retriever’s paws look after I trim her grinch fur at home (she does not love this), but it was a great exercise of free will. Other items on my whimsy hunt:
Cook from Marcella Hazan’s cookbook for dinner every day next week and call it Italian Week (fucking creative name, I know).
Use a sticker book I got for my birthday to decorate my calendar and to-do list this week.
Cut back my dead daisies (sorry girls, I didn’t know I was supposed to deadhead you all summer; I’ll do better next year if you come back), and talk to them about my favorite butterflies I saw in the garden recently, like maybe they have the same favorites.
Drink my Olipop from a cocktail glass from my vintage collection, and garnish it with a basil leaf or citrus wheel.
Pretend I’m getting paid when I tidy up the living room and kitchen, then use my money to “buy” some TV time with a pantry treat when I’m done.
Leave my phone at home when I go to the grocery and pretend I got to be an adult in the 90s before cell phones ruined our brains :)
Here’s to hunting for whimsy, babes!
