Caturday

Sweater, tee, pants, flats: c/o Ross

*Vote for this look in the Ross #FallFashion challenge here

Today, it rained. I woke up to that telltale pitter pat of rain hitting the awnings of the townhouse. The cat was curled in his chair, fast asleep, and a cool breeze blew through our dark room. It seemed like 2 a.m. in the cloudy dark, instead of 6:30, and it felt like I could sleep for an entire day under our cool sheets and thick quilt. Portland has been without rain for almost the entire summer, so to see the streets full of puddles and to open my stiff umbrella felt like some kind of awakening. We're rain people out here. People that thrive in the damp, in the wet, with our shoes soaked through the sole.  When it's sunny for too long, we start to pout, to watch the skies, to feel that our feet are getting dried and our roots are dying.

It felt good to have wet shoes all day, to have the knees of my jeans damp for a good hour in the morning, to smell the hot reflex of pavement under a rainstorm. But I think that it's even more gratifying to get warm after a damp day. I remember wet days (or weeks or months) growing up and getting home and sitting in front of the fireplace with hot chocolate or cider. It always seemed like a special occasion, to dry out in front of a blazing fire. 

I got that fall-weather feeling today, where you want to slide on sweatpants and soft tees and just get underneath a blanket. But we had a long day at a work event and that cocoa sipping, special-event-ing had to wait until very late this evening. Safely under a snuggly wool blanket with my cat, now, I am happy for all of these soft separates, warm grays, and delicious peach tea that fits snuggly in my hand.

*This is the last outfit in my Ross #FallFashion challenge series. Vote for this outfit (or a better executed comfy outfit) here!