A cozy fall playlist for winding, leaf-filled drives and nights hunkered down under a big ass quilt
When I think of the big ol’ concept of nostalgia, what immediately comes to mind is those lazy weekend days when I was small — where I’d spend hours snuggled under the biggest puddle of blankets I could find, armed with a book so delicious I never wanted it to end (with Gilmore Girls playing gently in the background — those “la la las” were the soundtrack to my youth).
Nothing feels more inherently autumnal to me than these types of nights, where you have nothing to do and nowhere to be and you feel all the more grateful for it. I’m an indoor cat at heart. This playlist is for those exact evenings. Plus winding drives with a giant coffee, lazily meandering past swaths of richly tinted trees, where the whole world looks burnished and glowing. Damn, there’s nothing like this season.
Chocolate faux leather + the right height + a heel that will keep me from falling on my face = perfection.
Deeply obsessed with Cañas and the way she writes a love interest. The YEARNING.
I've had this necklace forever and recently dug it back out and haven't taken it off since.
Dreaming of bundling up with this scarf that’s big enough to pass as a blanket to get my morning lattes.
I just bought this on a very successful Target run and it's perfect for a half-up, half-down 'do. It's big enough that the sides of the bow just peek out in the front. Planning to wear all season long.
The perfect compromise for anyone who’s taken a firm stance against low-rise (c’est moi!) but loves the chic look of a barrel jean.
2024 goal is to become a statement ring person, starting with this little ditty.
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Kelly Etz is a graphic designer, writer, and fisherman sweater enthusiast based in Chicago. She gets her best work done after 1am and spends too much money on fancy shampoo.
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