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Autumn Is Coming

- A Love Letter to the Quiet Season

Autumn is coming, they say…

And I —

Still standing in the serene of late summer,

Enjoying the comfort of what felt like the last flower.

I wore pink.

Not loud.

Not soft.

But rose pink —

subtle,

gentle,

shooting.

I indulged in the last breath of evening sun,

Touching my skin,

letting it linger.

And I sighed.

A feeling settled deep in my chest —

not sorrow,

but recognition:

Storming nights are coming.

I must let go of my daily citrus light.

The one that warms me.

The one that brings me joy.

The one that sings in my veins like a summer song.

And yes —

it is hard.

Almost painful.

But then I remember:

Last autumn.

Not the one I feared,

but the one I wore —

not with a bandage,

but with resilience,

wrapped in softness,

in the fashion of what should be.

I didn’t just endure,

I created in it.

I built a whole new world

from silence,

from a quiet light,

from the rustle of golden leaves.

And in that —

I could see:

Autumn is not a wave of darkness.

It is a honey-glow warmth that heals.

That slows down.

That teaches.

I remembered:

First light seeping through the window.

Brown, creamy chocolate.

Syrup spilling over pancakes.

Morning hobbies,

The golden leaves falling,

The last wave of colors before the dark nights creep in.

Yes.

Yes!

The homebodies know —

we don’t fear autumn.

We welcome it.

It is followed by long nights,

by quiet,

by rest.

But I’ve learned to grow

these tender days.

Not in spite of the dark —

but because of it.

For autumn shapes us into who we are.

It teaches us to admire the blooming days.

To hold color like it’s sacred.

To find joy in sweetness and silence.

And so —

I open my arms.

Not in surrender.

But in love.

Though it carries a whisper of melancholy,

I am ready.

Ready to heal.

Ready to learn.

Ready to grow.

Autumn is coming.

And I say:

I am inclined.

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Sparkle Cuff Bracelet | BOHOMOON

Radiance Hoop Earrings | BOHOMOON

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THE UNPOSTED: A Love Letter To My Unseen Styles.

— Moments of a soft becoming.

There is an unspoken beauty in the things we never got the chance to post. Wheter it is, art, music, books, poems, or outfits.

They aren’t failed pieces, they are your story that helped you become. They are like unsent letters —your poetry, that will one day come to light.

I weaved my story in silence. Styles I poured my heart into like a love letter. Styles — that I not only put together, but also that helped shape me into a better stylist. They might have not been seen, but they could never be useless; Because they weren’t forgotten — They served as a guiding light to a new and brighter beginning.

It gave me the chance to work through something I hold dear, so I can give you the best of me.

Written with my heart —

Created with deep passion—

Weaved with my soul.

I bet you also have unseen outfits floating in the seas of your past photos. In hopes that this will help you bring yours to light, dive in deep on what helped me put my outfits together.

Traveling always fans the flame of my creativity. Last fall and winter — were filled with traveling and discovering new places. Settling shortly in cities that I never thought I would visit. But they left such strong marks on me; digging into my heart like an arrow.

Even though the experiences were beautiful, the seasons were still rough. Last winter was cold ( I know you felt that too) and my suitcases were heavy, carrying part of my life. But it taught me how to wrap myself in resilience, in softness, in the fashion of what should be; while I watch the drifting sea on a boat. Each fold of fabric holding feelings, moods, moments. Meeting each other, textures, tones, and a silent prayer to be seen.

I created a Palette Of Restraint. With more neutrals than I thought I would.

Beige — like the first light that seeps through the window on a snowy morning.

Brown — like almond iced coffee. Or hot chocolate stirred with a melting Mars bar.

Black — like the nights that felt like they were endless as we closed our eyes and laid in the dark whispering a prayer for Spring to hurry and come along.

Green — like the amazon forest — that don’t need to shout to be seen. The color that the trees don’t wear in the winter because they too await the sunlight of spring.

And Cherry Red — oh, how we love our cherry red — Like wine that you savor on a cold snowy afternoon. Oh how we love it, in boots and bags that you could feel pulsate like a heart beat under the snow.

There was a splash of Pink —

Which I usually overuse. It wasn’t loud —

But was still imminent like a flower growing through pavement.

And though I wished I used more Orange,

The Citrus light we all need in our lives. The color that is weaved with my soul this summer.

I’ve come to realize that, every season does not just show up and past: It shapes us into who we are. Every winter filled with seasonal depression prepares us to indulge in the warmer weather. We appreciate the blooming petals that help our soul burn bright again.

I didn’t post—

Because some seasons aren’t for sharing. They’re for meditating on your silent growth. Because it is good to weight things before taking a step forth. Letting the colors settle. Learning how to wear silence before it turns into a flame.

And now, now I see —

How these pieces were never wasted.

They were “needed”.

They taught me how to build a foundation before I painted the walls into a golden light.

I know you wonder, what’s Next?

Well, first I’m wearing the colors I didn’t get to wear last season and I won’t hold back sharing my sweetness, my tenderness, my art and craft with you; along with my outfits.

But I’ll never forget the season of subtlety —

The one that dressed me in whispers,

So I could learn to speak in sunsets.

To every outfit I didn’t post —

thank you.

I will never forget you.

You are part of me. Sealed in what is to come. The becoming.

And to you —

I’m sure you have work of art that haven’t made it online.

But know this: They mattered. They were needed. To shape you. To help you become. They were part of your story, and will never be forgotten.

For the many outfits that didn’t get a chance to be seen remember this. Style isn’t about the post. It’s in how you were it. It shows your personality, the colors and shapes reflects who you are and shows your creativity. It’s weaved in with your heart and soul; not to be shown, off but to have fun. So it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t seen, or didn’t get likes. You dared to create a world that you can call yours. And that — That is the very reason why we’ve been created. It was to give life a meaning.

So go on and be a shining light.

Dgoldenblossom 🌸