By: Kylie Kinnett Illustration by: Esther van der Drift (@esthervanderdrift)
Last night, as I was lying in bed waiting for my brain tobrgive in and finally turn off, I was planning my outfit for today. I even beganbrsearching online for new winter basics because I, of course, need to replacebrthe plethora of black turtle necks I already have hanging in my closet. I havebrbeen waiting for this day for quite some time. The day the temperatures finallybrdrop enough to where I can bust out my baby blue, over-sized corduroy jacketbrand not be looked at like I am crazy.
As much as we all love where we live, that first descentbrbelow 70 degrees is almost as exciting as Christmas morning. I don’t know aboutbryou, but I thrive in the cold weather – better skin, better hair, and waybrbetter options for wardrobe choices.
You can walk your dog without breaking a sweat. You can make a massive batch of soup for dinner and have comfort food leftovers for weeks. You can turn your AC off in your home and open thebrwindows (yay for saving money AND energy!). You can give into your basic-ness and play Bon Iverbrwhile driving down Ocean Dr. and it fit the mood of the sky perfectly. You can walk from your car to your front door without being swarmed by mosquitoes. You canbrwear those baggy, gray sweatpants that are so dang comfortable but way too thickbrto ever wear because you’ll be uncomfortably hot the second you put them on. Ibrcan keep going, but I’ll stop there – I think you get the point.
As a born and raised South Texan, you could say the firstbrcold front is something I not only am longing for all year, but praising thebrweather gods for once it arrives. If you subscribe to our Weekly Drop, you shouldbralready be fairly familiar with my anticipation and excitement in regard to thebrchange of seasons. Other cities might scoff at our reaction to the year’s firstbrfront. They might think we overdo it when it comes to our puffy jackets. Theybrmight roll their eyes when they see us complaining on Facebook about temperaturesbrbelow 60 degrees in a couple weeks once the initial excitement has worn off.brBut, alas, here we are, October 16th and 55 degrees, and I havebrnever felt more alive. With a brisk breeze on my face and a blazing hot coffeebrin my hand, I stepped out of my apartment this morning, layers and all, with abrsmile and an attitude to conquer the world.
I don’t know if the cold temperatures are herebrto stay or just taunting us for now. But, I do know this warm-bodied, prone to sweat editorbris beyond ready for them and was front and center of the welcoming committee, greetingbrthe cold front with arms wide open as it rolled in yesterday afternoon. Cheers to a South Texasbrfall!