It’s been weird adjusting to being back in New York. And not just to the time difference – although that did have me waking up at five in the morning for at least a week while my body got used to a different time zone. I miss Paris even more than I thought I would. But I’m finally starting to get used to New York again, which includes slowly transitioning back into wearing way too much black and denim. If you’ve been keeping up with my blog or Instagram, you may have noticed that I’ve been flittering around in pastel skirts and bright sundresses, and that’s all fine and good for summer. But I’m excited for fall, not for the pumpkin spice lattes that will now contain real, actual pumpkin, but for all of the black sweaters and velvet leggings that I’ll be able to wear once it’s cold. Until then, I’m sticking to sheer tops to survive the New York heat.