Well, it is Monday and time to come back to reality. It's been a whirlwind since Friday. Le Fiance got a promotion and we are moving back to Minnesota. This means I have been frantically making packing lists whilst hugging my cosmetic bag full of glamor and sobbing to Le Fiance on how I do not have a job and will no longer be able to purchase sparkly eye shadows until I find a new one. Between the madness we did find time to celebrate my....twenty-seventh birthday...
     I did not cry when the clock struck 15:15 on September 15th. Instead we were hiking up Chimney Rock Park in North Carolina. I wanted to celebrate the aging process doing something productive and vital. What better than a strenuous five mile hike after a Starbucks pumpkin spice frappuccino?! Extremely caffeinated and dressed appropriately (I wanted to wear my moccasins for a Pocahontas meets North Face look but Le Fiance was very firm on his opinion to wear my tennis playing shoes, thankfully I actually listened to him this time) we made our trek though the North Carolinian mountains.

Leggings: Forever 21, Tunic: Old Navy, Hoodie: Victoria's Secret

     I decided to go with muted tones and a hint of neon. This was solely for the paranoid idea that if I became lost in the man made trails then I would be able to fashion a bright neon pima cotton flag, allowing a search team to find me before I got hungry or my eyeliner decided to wear off.

Le Fiance and I avec le wilderness.

      Before we left the house Le Fiance packed a survival backpack. He brought items such as a compass, some kind of knife or whatever, matches, and a bunch of other boring things. I packed my own survival gear of cinnamon pumpkin hand sanitizer, lip gloss, skin enhancing body spray, moccasins, a scarf, and deodorant.

Le Nature.

     Chimney Rock State Park is beautiful. They actually filmed the last seventeen minutes of the movie The Last of the Mohicans there. I don't necessarily remember the movie (though it is on our Netflix cue) but I do remember Daniel Day-Lewis.

Over 400 stairs that day.
2,280 feet high.

Le Butterfly.
Homemade jams and butters.

      After about four hours of hiking, we went to the little mountain town to become tourists. My survival gear proved to be more useful as I replaced my tennis with moccasins, my hoodie with an infinity scarf, took my braids out, and applied a bit of lip gloss with a finishing spritz of body spray. We found our way into a sweet little fudge shop (pun intended) and rewarded ourselves with some homemade peanut butter fudge.

Pumpkin butter.

     I also ended up buying a jar of homemade pumpkin butter to use on the Thomas' pumpkin spice bagels I just bought.

Scarf: Forever 21, Moccasins: Minnetonka Thunderbird, Wallet: Coach Zippy

      After the fudge shop we made our way to a cute little riverside diner where we splurged in chili cheese fries. We figured all of the hiking meant that the rest of the calories we consumed for the day didn't count.

Nom nom nom.

     I ended up sleeping on the ride back home. We finished the birthday celebration with a margherita pizza, carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, and a bottle of Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale. I feel as though fall officially starts on September 15th. I also feel that twenty-seven is going to be one of the best years yet. I may have to slather on an eye cream with retinols but I'm okay with that. I have Le Fiance, Sir Archibald Wooflesworth, a loving family, and a homemade jar of pumpkin butter.