This weekend I’m looking forward to canning with Kinfolk, baking an exceedingly large number of apples, and maybe even squeezing in a crisp autumn hike with a gallon of cider and rum. Who knows, I might even throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. (This is still just so brilliant.)

I’m sorry, but when you live somewhere that scorches the hell out of you in the summer, freezes your face off in the winter, and stuffs your nose in the spring, it’s painful, but you have to come to accept it at some point. Fall is all you have.

So go ahead, pull out your sweater, wrap your face in a scarf and go gorge on some sweet, shameful pumpkin spice… you know you want to just as much as me.

Now quick — tell me about your fall plans!

P.S. I’m sharing my favorite fall cocktail over on the Birchbox blog today. Maybe you should have one or five. Then I can guarantee you’ll fall for fall.

Eye this gorgeous Stockholm apartment.

Buy this awesome rabbit wall hook.

Make this brilliant diy pressed flower tray.

Bake these adorable ginger pear hand pies.

A mug to celebrate the season. (Decorative gourd season, that is.)

Louis C.K. is brilliant.

What makes good writing?

The moment that changes your life.

Chipotle might be bragging a little too much.

I’m guessing you might have already seen this, but just in case.

I’m loving these crazy portraits from the National Beard and Mustache Championships so much I had to share. Right now Mark is dumbfounded at how the guy with the ‘stache could have possibly grown it so long. His has been growing for months, MONTHS, and it’s barely half an inch. What’s a guy to do?!

Oh well, one day…

Maybe this Movember.

We’re off on a quick trip to New York this weekend to catch my parents during a three hour layover on their (very first ever) trip to Europe. When you live on opposite sides of the country, a few hours is more than enough to justify a little road trip. And besides, without us driving up, how would they ever get a pastrami sandwich and a piece of cheesecake to remind them of New York? They wouldn’t… they’d just have a sad airport dinner… in Newark.

Nobody wants that.

Any recommendations to pass along for their great big trip to Norway, the Netherlands, France, Italy… everywhere else (how jealous am I)? I’m so excited for them to experience everything that Europe has to offer, and desperate to go back myself!

Eye this adorable film from Garance — otherwise known as the cutest way to announce a haircut ever.

Buy this awesome parka with a leather hood — it’s all boots and coats on my wish list all of a sudden, hello fall.

Make this little concrete diamond (can someone make this for me? like now?).

Bake a carrot cake — one of my favorites, and this one is so pretty.

This was pretty much my dream as a kid.

A frustrating list, and an even more frustrating rebuttal.

A lesson I need.

Oooh Etsy pages…

Wanting this for my office.

A little late-afternoon roundup of our summer on Instagram — happy Thursday!

(It’s almost the weekend!)