The girls are back in town, because traditions mean something, people.

 

As the swallows return to San Juan Capistrano around the first day of spring, look who's back in town: The Pumpkin Spice Women (squeal!)  

And like every fall, we pay tribute to these women and their dedication to being the best they can be!

So let's give it up for Bets, Bebs, Bitsy, Betsy, Bella, Leesh, Lizette, Libby, Elizza, and of course Elsabeth. 

Not a Dorcas, Hepzebah, Mehitable, or even a Doreen in the group.  Nope, not allowed.  

"There was one of those girls - a "Hepzebah" at UCONN - she went by Zebah.  But none of us was falling for that," said Elsabeth.  

"I remember her," adds Lizette.  "Drove a Saturn, majored in ancient Greek. Wore Crocs.  Yeah, I wasn't gettin' involved with that."

It's true. Just as the leaves sense their time is about done for the season, its time for tight jeans, big neutral tones sweaters, big hats, knee-high suede boots, and our friends above. 

I can sense their power getting stronger.  You can sense it too.  

And what do they talk about? Skincare.  The men in their lives. The women in their lives. The latest cleanse. Norway. Land Rovers. Muffins.  How do I know?  Because: a dream I had foretold of it.  

The first cool day of September and BAM, they are back.  Shopping at Eton Place, Legacy Village, and of course, that special little shop they found in the Fair Islands.  Or was it in the Hebrides? 

Anyway, if you see them coming, cut them a wide berth. Their powers will grow stronger until the weekend after Thanksgiving when the cocktail velvets come out and the LET IT SNOW gift wrap gets unfurled.