Ladies and gentlemen, it’s fall (Finally!). Say what you will about summer sun and spring fever and winter’s insatiable impulse for cuddling, but this girl finds every single year that fall is just the most romantic season out there. It makes me swoon over caramel apples and lightweight sweaters and thank my lucky stars for the permission to finally wear all of my terrific boots again. (And purple lipstick. Glamour keeps telling me that it’s all the rage this season in their beauty blog.)
And it never fails to make me want to fall in love. Over and over and over again. (To be fair, I do just love love so this should not be too shocking to anyone who has read me or spent 5 minutes with me.) But since I am not in love with anything other than apple cider martinis right now, I’m looking to outside sources for romantic inspiration. Like this, which I fell hard for when my very best friend sent it during a catch-up facebook date from the Arts Beat Blog in the NY Times:
http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/09/09/fiddler-up-his-sleeve-lin-manuel-mirandas-wedding-surprise/
The groom, creator and star of Broadway’s In the Heights, orchestrated the whole thing, choreography and all as a gift to his new bride. And look at the look on the bride’s face the whole time. Maybe you aren’t into Fiddler. Maybe you cringe at the thought of your fiancé and dad teaming up for a song and dance, but you can’t deny when you see how happy they are, that there is serious romance in the air. It’s these little uniquities, these oddities where the truest romance of love lies: the giggles over private jokes, the sweeping gestures just for the girl of your dreams, remembering to buy coffee filters when you used the last one. Yes, the most romantic gestures have nothing to do with roses or candlelit dinners for two, but everything to do with the quirky, the unusual, even the weird. In weddings ( I plan weddings as one of my 5 current jobs), it even comes with the what-is-that-guy-doing-and-why-is-the-bride-spending-the-rest-of-her-life-with-him kind of bizarre. Unexpected, but beautiful. But love is love. And love, even when I’m not in it, never ceases to make my heart sigh and flutter with a little extra beat of happy (And hope?).
I think that’s why fall’s my favorite season. A little off-kilter, not quite the mainstream, but full of romance and second chances and that slight chill whispering on golden sunlight every afternoon. (And in Chicago, it brings along that one-sport-pepper-too-many-Chicago-Style devotion to our beloved Bears. That is a tragic, tragic romance allllllll on its own) I might not be dancing along the lakefront in the starlight with anyone this September, but I am certainly falling hard for my new cognac faux leather motorcycle jacket that I’m definitely not cool enough to be wearing, but so pridefully sport whenever it’s chilly enough on my bi-weekly Jewel trips. So, dear readers, I leave you to the question as fall starts to unfurl its colors and canned pumpkin starts to make its way back onto grocery store shelves and I bust out that plum lipstick in my efforts to get pretty and snag a mate that will make my mother proud: Where do you find strange romance in the season ahead? What are you falling in love with at this very second?
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