Flannel Feelings

🍁 Jessi Fellatio

There’s something about November that wraps itself around you like a favorite blanket. The air sharpens, the sky turns the color of candlelight, and suddenly flannel feels like armor — soft, warm, and quietly strong.Thanksgiving isn’t just about the feast; it’s about the feeling.

The hum of conversation from the kitchen, the rhythm of spoons against glass bowls, and the way laughter lingers in the corners of the house like cinnamon in the air.This time of year, I reach for what feels honest — jeans that hug just right, an oversized flannel that still smells faintly of bonfire, and maybe a little lip gloss for good measure.

Cozy can be beautiful.And if you find yourself on a hayride under the stars, share the blanket. Share the silence. Sometimes the most thankful moments are the ones that don’t need words at all.So here’s to soft fabrics, slow nights, and the kind of warmth that doesn’t come from the fire.

Happy Thanksgiving, sweet ones.— Jessi