(Warning: this column is clearly regressive.)
Those who know me won’t be surprised by what follows, as they’ve seen me time and time again go crazy at the slightest hint of this topic: I don’t like the back-to-school season, I LOVE the back-to-school season.
Fall is my favorite time of year, and it’s not only related to my new outfits. Obviously, with fall comes the euphoria of being able to reinvent myself. Plus, it’s an actual homecoming: going back to my daily routines with a relaxed mind and reuniting with friends. New projects. Feeling good. Looking good. Being full of energy.
When I was a child, I used to cry on the last day of school and would wait (impatiently) for fall, eager to discover which of my classmates had grown 10 centimeters taller, had a new bob haircut or had new braces. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my holiday and was dying to hear all about theirs.
I would anticipate this moment for weeks ahead of time. I’d carefully prepare my pencil case and brand new pens and would obsessively go through my new calendar and try to imagine what I would have to write down a few weeks later.
But of course it comes as no surprise that what I liked above all was picking out my outfit. I would categorically refuse to wear my newly acquired clothes before the big day, as I felt they truly represented this fresh start – this new, better “me,” in short.
A few years down the road, things haven’t changed much. I still love reuniting with my friends after weeks apart and meticulously organizing my Google calendar. And although experience has taught me that expectations seldom meet reality, I never pass on my small (big?) pleasure: back-to-school shopping.
So what did I find this year? A Nathalie Dumeix jumpsuit (which will be worn before and of course, after, September), a pair of Vanessa Seward pumps and a glittery Chanel handbag.
Starting off on the right foot!