Something Blue

I had an extremely intellectual essay all planned out, with deep thoughts on fashion and anthropology, and points of view.

This is not that essay.

The nagging call of a new month won’t leave me alone.

August, and the transition to fall, is the start of the Big Months for me. This is when the countdown starts: to my brother’s birthday, to back-to-school season, to pumpkin spice lattes, to my own birthday, to Thanksgiving, and to Christmas.

August still carries the whiff and lightness of summer, but it’s slowly growing cozier, a little more restful. August is like a cat beginning to curl up for a nap after a long session of knocking all your pens off your desk and pawing at your face as you work.

So this is a Buzzfeed listicle x Pinterest moodboard on what August means to me this year:

What does August mean to you? Is there something you feel calling to you as we stroll lightly into fall?

Cheers,

Simran