I just finished a freshly and singly baked cookie with my delicate rose-painted bone china tea cup of milk. I love drinking milk from a tea cup, it makes me feel all Marie Antoinette-in-her-little-village esque, which I suppose is to say nostalgic and quaint with a touch of quirky refinement, don't ya know. And sin of all horrible sins, I'm listening to Kurt Bestor's album Noel. Forgive me the public confession, but I, Caitlin Cotten, a week and four days before Thanksgiving am listening to Christmas music. But I basically can't help it, or I can, but I'm choosing not to. Because I have not-so-innocently but with much joy and love broken the no Christmas music until Thanksgiving rule a week or so before Thanksgiving with this album for many moons. I always start with this one, it's like soft-core Christmas music, I won't listen to the hard-core stuff until afterwards. Besides, I love love love the thrill I get from hearing the first few bars of 'We Three Kings.' Chills and uncontainable grin. I get the same feeling when I see the mountain tops covered with snow and the beautiful orange and red water color of their bases. I adore this time of year, fall in full swing, the air thick with sweet-spicy aroma and prayers of gratitude. There is something about Autumn that just makes you want to give thanks. I get all jittery with anticipation at the thought of the Macey's Thanksgiving Day parade and being able to wear tights and sweater dresses and plaid plaid plaid. I simply can't get enough of the plaid this season. Oh so British, oh so fun and oh so adorable. Just do me a favor, step outside and take a big breath (through your nose) and inhale that delicious and delightful November air, you'll smell cold freshness, maybe some fire and just a hint of pumpkin pie. If only you could capture that smell and keep it for whenever you were particularly blue.
Oh and how do you like the note's makeover, it just so happens that fall is perfect time for a new look.