I took half of these photos in front of my apartment while Josh revved the metaphorical engine at me, and the other half once we arrived at his parents’ house in Connecticut. I’m sure I’ll rue these words in a few months when my pipes burst and I’m hauling firewood at 2 am, but my god does a New England snowfall make me believe in magic.
This year I am thankful for an Italian boyfriend whose mother serves lasagna at Thanksgiving, for good hair dye, and for the continued existence of ferrets. (And, y’know, love, shelter, and abundance. But I can take or leave those. 😉 )
We’ve gotten a foot of snow in the past two days, so I’m going to be really hip and anachronistic (and, dare I say it, ironic) and post pictures of myself in a bikini.
Copyright Mike Tait 2012.
Merry Christmas, all those out there with a soft spot for curvy redheads in vintage bikinis!
Say what you will about bitter cold and hauling firewood at 2:30 in the morning – rural Vermont winters are, if nothing else, aesthetically magical. And my parents’ house is nothing if not the absolute best place to curl up and wait for Christmas.
I took photos on the front porch today, carefully shielding my laptop against the occasional gust of snow.
We got our Christmas tree three days ago and have yet to bring it in the house.
This sweater belongs to my friend Cassie, who left it behind when she came over recently. I swear I fully plan on returning it. It was just the perfect complement to today’s backdrop.
Every time I go home, my mom bestows hand-me-downs upon me. This time, it was these boots.
Frosted driveway. I love snow without wind: it all settles in the trees.
Porch roof, unlit Christmas lights, and a view of the evergreens across the street. My bedroom window is directly opposite them.
The gold nails were an experiment. I’m not sure how well it went. I do, however, love the blue, so there’s definitely hope for me introducing colors other than red into my wardrobe.
This pose brought to you courtesy of Nadia Aboulhosn.
These are going to be a staple. I can tell.
It’s not a hymn, but here’s my favorite song for today: