On Monday morning our place seemed cooler than usual so I checked the forecast on my phone before getting out of bed and it read sixty (60) degrees!! After running outside to confirm that yes, the weather was almost cold (by Floridian standards), my first thought was, "tights! I can wear tights!" This shows you where my priorities lie. Anyways, I had already chosen this outfit the night before and that morning I picked white tights to pair with it (obviously) and the result is a little Alice (you know, of the Looking Glass and Wonderland). Blue dress, white tights, black flats= recognizable Halloween costume with minimal effort. Slap a top hat and a colorful blazer on your man and there's your Alice/ Mad Hatter couples' costume for the lazy party-going pair. I digress, back to the tights. Turns out that mosquitoes hardly see tights as an obstacle to prevent them from my delicious blood, and I foolishly chose a photo spot that's home to swarms of them. In my excitement about the dropping temperatures I assumed the buggers would have died off but let's be real: 60° isn't really even that cool, objectively speaking. I'm just so friggin stoked about Fall being here and perception makes reality, right?