While the world insists on making autumn/winter wishlists (snore), I will be resisting the change of seasons if it’s the last honourable* thing I do.
Much like the field of dreams, I say if you don’t
believe it build it, it won’t come, it just won’t!
Excuse me while I reminisce of doomed and covert crushes, slap me silly opportunities, risqué cut-outs and even a return to astrology. Since you ask, it’s the Chinese with a very strong maybe to the Mayan kind too.
Now can you blame me for clinging to Summer a little longer?
*seriously how much Downton Abbey can one woman endure?
That would be a rhetorical question.