According to those seasonal colour analysis tests that were popular in the eighties (remember those?), I am a classic Autumn. I railed against this for so long, thinking they were such boring colours — my grandmother’s colours, too — but now I can appreciate the warm tones of fallen leaves.
My season has arrived. Here are a number of things that fell into my line of vision today, including some paper treasures from memtree on etsy and a little boot polish jar from the local junk shop.