
Note: I was provided with samples of Virgil Kaine’s new bourbons, but was not otherwise paid or compensated for this post.
The weather dropped 20 degrees over the weekend. We were in Atlanta for a wedding, and the kids clung desperately to the vestiges of summer by parking themselves in our friend’s pool and refusing to leave. As for me, I’m not fighting the onset of fall. I’ve been ready for weeks. I love fall fruit, stews and kicking up crunchy leaves. I have stretchy long leggings to provide warmth, comfort and stability to my jiggly thighs, and my tunic sweaters are laundered. Fall, you are welcome to stay awhile.






