I know many of you are just so fully consumed with ecstasy right now that it’s not even funny.
Anyway, you may be wondering where I went and wtf. Well, I took a break from blogging when things started to really pick up at my new job last May because I felt like my posts were getting more and more spent and so I just sort of put it on hold indefinitely, I guess? Also, coincidentally, as my job responsiblities started to pile on a bit, summer and its infinite ability to inspire all abandonment of any gratuitous work (trust me, blogging is sort of work) was just around the corner and I just didn’t have the zeal to do it anymore.
I promised myself and many others that I would start back up in the fall. Well, as of two days ago, fall has cometh. So here I am.
In addition, my sister is getting married to a Brit in November and she has listed my blog on her wedding website as a resource for all of the guests from overseas when it comes to making dinner reservations and plans when they visit during the week leading up to the actual wedding. I wouldn’t want to disappoint them and since invitations are now en route to England, it’s officially time to get crackin on the blog.
And in addition to that, with the end of summer I’m suffering from seasonal depression (I use that phrase casually) and I think blogging will keep me happily busy until fall picks up and I forget that summer even existed. This sort of “hybrid season” that we all find ourselves in is my least favorite time of year. Ok, maybe it’s my second least favorite- I really can’t stand late winter-early spring (a.k.a February/March) when the days just start to get a bit longer but you’re still suffering from winter blues and the extra dose of serotonin from extended daylight makes you feel like junkie who has just stepped outside for the first time in days. Killself, February.
But the 3-4 weeks that follow Labor Day Weekend are uniquely depressing as well. Everyone is coming down off of the high of summer, yet the fun of fall doesn’t feel real yet; the leaves are still green and temperatures are in the 70s. You can sort of already sense the impending doom over Labor Day Weekend as people wistfully chug Dark n Stormies and slam back Coronas one last time at their classic summer haunts knowing that Tuesday at the office is going to be hell on earth. Within slightly longer than a blink of an eye, gchat statuses go from “10 hours till my 4 day weekend at the shore,” and “Summer Friday!” and “Bored!” to “here till 9pm…again,” “death by documents,” “FML until Friday at 7pm,” and “crazy busy.” And all of those latter statuses were legitimately stolen right from my gchat list in the last 24 hours.
Restaurants haven’t switched over to their fall menus yet, but their summer menus are definitely tired. You’ve pretty much spent your last couple of pay checks on the additional “hidden fees” that accompany shopping for fall clothes, which could/should/BETTER include leather, wool, cashmere and tweed…but in the name of all that is chic, it’s not really cold enough to wear any of that glorious stuff yet so they just sit in your closet and wait for tempurates to fall. (On that note, I just sprung for an outrageous pair of Stuart Weitzman leopard pumps and I’m trying to decide at how many degrees Fahrenheit does it become fully acceptable to wear leopard, horsehair pumps? I’m thinking low 60s…thoughts?)
And finally, just the basic installment of carefree youthfulness that accompanies summer is painstakingly relegated along with the 8 pairs of flip flops you’ve somehow accumulated and the 2-3 cotton dresses that you literallllly lived in all summer but no one even noticed because it’s summer and that the only thing that matters is that you’re sunkissed and freckled and the only accessory you’d even need is sand between your toes and a buzz and a belly full of grilled corn and fresh seafood from the Crabshack on the Barnegat Bay and let’s not forget about a beach cruiser with a wicker basket on the front to hold your solo cup as you ride to the local beach bar and summer’s unofficial end (Labor Day) and the weeks that follow are just so hard to cope with at first and is there anything more fun and cool and untroubled and happy-go-lucky than flipflops? I think not.
Wait, what was even saying? Oh yeah, I am going to start blogging again.
P.S. I did find one great thing about this time of year. At the Union Square Farmers Market you can find “Strawberry-Apple Cider” and it’s soooo delish and natural tasting and it truly embodies what these past couple of weeks are all about: The departing of summer and the coming of fall.