Leaves are flying, the air has turned a bit crisper and..what is that succulent scent in the air? Ah, yes.

Cinnamon.

Thanksgiving is a different story when you treat it as texture - rather than traditional, tradition.

Soft light, silk brushing skin, a whisper of perfume that ever so slightly lingers when you walk by.

The season begins to breathe in notes of cashmere, suede, and cinnamon, layered against the hush of a slow morning and the signs begin to come together.

Fall is here! Holidays, in full effect.

This is the time of the year where fashion pivots into presence in the most elegant way.

The look this year? Understated elegance.

Where is this derived from?

None other than the ancient times of Rome, the A.D. age rather. For the Greeks had just embarked on their journey alast the dust abrazed desert.

I kid, I joke.

The season simply calls for it. In these dire times, visiting family has been the utmost treasure that is to be truly cherished as the days go on.

People simply want the finer things in love. True appreciation for the entire family chain.

In that, elegance is essence.

It is also, fashion.

A silk blouse matched with a tie that catches just the right amount of golden hour. The soft weight of a camel-toned knit softly resting across your shoulders. A stunning pair of gold waterdrop earrings with the slightest sparkle as you turn your head subtly.

This season wouldn't be in true full effect without every piece of the pie added to the table.

The same rule applies for your dinner party attire!

Every piece feels intentional - an echo of calm luxury.

It is half past 3pm, Uncle Adam and Aunt Glenda are on their way. The dinner sides are finished and heating, the dinner turkey is in the oven.

For balance, your favorite niece brings her husband that always has the best bottle of Chardonnay.

Everything is set, ready for tradition.

The table mirrors the outfit:

• linen napkins folded cleanly with a subtle fold in the corner,
• brass utensils that warmly glint under the glow,
• amber glassware reflecting flickers of light that calmly say, "I am right where I am supposed to be"

Even the air feels tactile - scents of roasted herbs, vanilla candles, and pumpkin pie swirling through the room like memory.

Nostalgia, the secret ingredient to the recipe that brings the rest of the dinner plate together.

Fashion at Thanksgiving isn't about standing out; it's about sinking into softness.

Let's dive into this idea a bit.

When you pick out your attire for the cherished evening, you have a thought in mind on who you are becoming as yourself, and a member of the family.

"Oh my, Susan the height of those heels! You have really grown into a beautiful woman."

Watching family members get old is a trying yet loving reminder that they have seen you grow into a different, evolved version of yourself year in and year out. What has also evolved? Your sense of self, sense of fashion.

You are sinking into the new version of yourself that is displayed in front of your dear loved ones.

A whisper of velvet around the wrist, a slip dress layered with a long, structured knit.

Every detail carries quiet sophistication.

Your beauty effortlessly sparkles without the extra shine.

Candles line the table - sandalwood, Tuskan Ice, maybe a touch of cedar. The air feels grounded, the sound of cutlery blending with comfortable chatter and slow, soulful jazz in the background.

Though the scents and familiar sounds fill the space and give the night meaning, what lingers most is the sense of calm normalcy - a reminder that grace doesn't need to be loud.

Gratitude, in this setting looks like self-possession.
Fashion becomes an extension of presence.

Fully present in your clothes - comfortable, sensual, and clear-minded. The fabrics breathe with you, silhouettes moving with quiet confidence.

Fashion = feeling, not performance

The warmth of a soft knit sleeve brushing your skin is close to Grandma's hug after it's been just a little too long. The way the gold necklace glows against the candlelight is similar to the sparkle in your sister's eyes when she was dancing at her wedding reception.

Gratitude, after all, is felt in still moments - the shimmer of fabric when you reach for a glass, the weight of that glass in hand, the ease of being surrounded by warmth.

You realize that the night doesn't need excess; the luxury is already in the texture.

That's the beauty of Thanksgiving elegance - unspoken, but unforgettable.

Happy Holidays everyone,

XX