White Blouse, Yellow Cardigan: Forever21.
Red Pants: AE.
Straw Fedora: Thrifted.
Ruffle Loafers: c/o Pink and Pepper.
The season of fall means a lot to me and I've never quite understood why. Maybe it's perhaps some of my most vivid memories as a little girl are during fall. Riding the bumpy hay ride into the forest in my fuzzy purple zip up. Stressing out over picking thee perfect pumpkin. Helping my father rake leaves with my mini plastic rake, only to jump in the pile and ruin all of the hard work (but it was worth it). I can see the pictures we have printed out of me during the fall growing up. The one of me sitting on the hay bale with my grandmother as a toddler. The one where I'm dressed up as a rockabilly girl with my best friend for 10 years, Traci. And the picture of me turning into a young lady, wearing a pretty dress; my face glowing with happiness as I go to my first ever high school homecoming with the boy I'm in love with.
I've been bummed lately because on campus is doesn't feel like fall. Yes, the leaves are changing and the air is getting frigid but I feel such a disconnect from the real world while here. Kent is like it's own little town and I am so closed off from everything that goes on outside of it. It's been hard not to be surrounded by all of the fall activities and places that I've had for 19, too. There's no apple orchard, huge corn maze, pumpkin patch, Ohio State Reformatory, tacky Halloween store, and mall decorated with lame decorations that have been put up for 20 years. I'm not in my house where my mother burns the pumpkin candle and I put up the Halloween decorations with my little sister. I can't go into the supermarket and see the pumpkin cookies, the witches that cackle when you walk past them, nor the aisles and aisles of candy for sale. I've just really been missing what fall is all about.
But my parents came to visit me this weekend and I asked around to see where the nearest fall farm was in Kent. We went to this little place called Dussel where all in one day, I felt so at home. I picked out pumpkins, drank warm apple cider, laughed at corny Halloween decorations, watched kettle corn being made, and so much more...I got to spend the most incredible fall day with my family that I will never forget. I am the corniest person ever but I love fall and I love to do fall things. The fact that my family was willing to do them for me and with me meant the world. I wish I could relive Saturday over and over again and give them the biggest hug in the world.
Because I just love my family so much.
With much love, Lauren.
