Seeing how easily I transitioned to fall garments and colours, I wonder whether the older you get, the more appreciative you get of the mid- season. I used to hate fall so much when I was younger. It meant going back to school, going back to stockings, going back to umbrellas... All these inconvenient things. At the moment, I am quite peaceful about the fact I am going back to all that. Now it feels like a safety track. Life gets a little more order again. And I totally love my chunky sweaters, they're the easiest throw-on. Am I getting lazier then? Or is it that everything today, including the weather, only goes from one extreme to another, so it feels calming to have a little transition time at least calendar-wise?