AUGUST MUSTS
There is nothing like the Pacific Northwest in August. The mornings arrive misted and cool, the light turns golden in that flattering, cinematic way, and suddenly—quietly *if you’re me—you find yourself yearning for the cozy things again. A living room fire. A mug that fits just right in your hands. This isn’t fall in full force; it’s a gentle nudge. A soft launch.
In my world—where linen meets lived-in luxury, and rooms are meant to feel like warm embraces—this is the season I adore most. Think: cashmere instead of cotton, candlelight instead of sunlight, and layers—everywhere.
Needless to say, welcome to August Autumnal Musts: my carefully edited shopping guide to ease you, ever so gracefully, into fall. Hot tip? crack your windows just enough, hit play on a soundtrack of soft jazz or maybe just the simple magic of rain.
CLASSIC, BUT NEVER BORING
Tradition with a twist.
She wears suede like a statement color and keeps a tape measure in her Birkin. She believes in brown mohair club chairs and wool blazers, cashmere with a contradiction. Her fall is rooted in form, but never stuck in it.
At home: Georgian silhouettes meet gallery lighting. Ebonized wood, upholstery with contrast piping, and the quiet drama of a lacquered library.
On her: Boxy tailoring, tonal layers, a pair of cowboy boots that signal she has arrived (whether it’s to a meeting or a site visit or dinner party *oysters anyone?).
She buys: A chocolate coat with architectural shoulders, tortoiseshell anything, and ivory tapers for her 6AM candlelight habit.
SLIP INTO AUTUMN
Slouchy, silky, deliberate. Like Sunday morning butter...but better?
Her aesthetic is equal parts undone and impeccably considered. Think bias-cut silks under oversized coats, worn-in kits, drapery that flirts with movement..
At home: Low lighting, homemade native Marionberry Jam and a vintage mirror that reflects candlelight more than her own reflection.
On her: A slip dress worn like armor, a perfectly patina’d boot, and outerwear with the energy of a blanket but the cut of couture.
She buys: Vintage glassware, sculptural necklaces like low-hanging fruit, and a new robe she’ll insist is “just for the house” but wears to brunch anyway.
LAYERED LOOKS, LIVED IN
Effort that doesn’t feel effortful. Every piece with a past.
She’s not dressing for anyone but herself—and it shows. Her interiors are built like her outfits: layered, relaxed, but deeply intentional. A rolled arm sofa with a vintage quilt. A ceramic mug she made in a workshop in Maine. Fall, for her, is tactile. Earthy. Honest.
At home: Lived-in leather, books stacked like sculpture. A space that smells like fig and sandalwood and never tries too hard.
On her: Cardigans on top of button-downs on top of thermal knits and maybe a silk number. Washed denim, socks, and a scarf she found at a flea market in Florence.
She buys: Handmade anything, oversized scarves, and a barn jacket she swears will last a lifetime (and honestly, it will).
