jacket: Paris metro shop
sweatshirt: American Apparel
scarf: mum :)
gloves: Forever 21
It never snows where I live. Never. And I’m okay with that, but it just means that when I go to the snow, it’s kind of a big production, involving lots of excitement and lotttts of picture-taking, and it always feels extra magical. I think that’s how it just is when you experience something out of the norm. Snow makes me want to snuggle up by a fireplace and roast chestnuts and sing Christmas carols and the like. Which is okay, I think, don’t you? But my mom made a good point, and that is to let’s not forget about Thanksgiving, okay? Christmas is wonderful, and it really is my favorite time of year, but poor little Thanksgiving gets pushed under the rug a lot. Like, Starbucks for example. Today, I looked in the window and saw the tree was already up. And that’s fine, sure, but let’s maybe put a little turkey next to it at least, or something? Just a thought.
And today I’m thankful for… Snow. But mostly probably because I don’t have to deal with it every single day. That could get old.