Almost passing for trendy...

Finally. Finally, after a long, harsh summer, it seems that fall is starting to put in an appearance. The days are no longer oppressively hot, and nights are sublimely chilly – perfectly conducive to getting a good night's sleep. Not to say that I am getting good nights of sleep, as the little one seems to be trying his best to thwart my intentions. But still, I'm used to being perpetually tired, so while a bit frustrating, it's certainly not a tragedy on a grand scale, as grand scales go.

I just wish that the days would start to get cooler! I'm getting tired of wearing the same old clothes day in and day out, and am really looking forward to switching over to the winter wardrobe. I've pulled at the shirts with the ¾ sleeves and begun wearing regular shoes with socks, instead of the sandals that I've worn nearly every day since June. I'll miss my capris, to be sure, but having forgotten a substantial number of pairs of trousers at my parents' house several months ago, once I finally get them back in just a few weeks' time when my parents arrive for their annual visit, it will be almost like having a few new pairs.

Most of all though, I can't wait for jacket weather, and the reason why is this:


Do you remember how I went on and on about the beautiful Nepali fleece-lined jackets I purchased in Amsterdam? That's right, folks. I cannot wait to start wearing this jacket (or its fraternal twin – the purply hooded Nepali fleece-lined jacket) everyday. I love this jacket. I love this jacket! I LOVE THIS JACKET! Do you understand what I'm saying? Am I making myself clear? I love the colors. I love the style. I can almost (though not quite) pass for trendy in this jacket. It was love at first site, in the funky Waterlooplein market, and our excitement over such a find was palpable. Not only was I in love, but my best friend approved of the match. You see, she'd been after me since seeing the contents of my suitcase and the obvious lack of color, and given that she'd also been privy to the descriptions of my clothing purchases in the US (I still don't know how it worked out that a significantly high percentage of the shirts I'd acquired were black, brown, or a swirly combination of the two), she'd taken it upon herself to add a little color to my wardrobe, in addition to the color that she added to my life in general. Searches in some of the shops around the city proved fruitless, but our new find fit the bill perfectly. How excited were we?


But I digress. The jackets. Almost as much as I can't wait to wear mine, I'm also chomping at the bit to dress the little one in his. How awesome is that little jacket? How awesome will we look traipsing about town in our Nepali fleece-lined jackets?! Unfortunately, it seems that the weather is going to remain decent for the foreseeable future, despite the teasingly cool mornings and the tantalizingly chilly evenings. For now, the little one is still wandering around in shorts and sandals, and looking (almost) trendy will have to wait.