It's Monday, which means I am wearing a cozy sweater and jeans. I feel like I have to transition into taking outfit photos in the snow each week, and nothing eases the transition like a big wool sweater and a fluffy hat.
So, I didn't want to tell you guys, but I lost this hat last week. I scoured the apartment looking for it and was devastated by the loss, especially since the nearest H&M is about three hours away. Lucky for me, my friend S was taking a trip to Boston this weekend for a birthday party and told me that she would try to find a replacement. The next day the hat turned up in the laundry and our reunion was bittersweet--after all, what am I going to do with two fabulous furry hats? I guess it can't hurt to have a backup, especially considering my rather embarrassing track record when it comes to keeping outerwear for more than a single season. (I was once walking to class, eating a banana and holding my favorite penguin-printed hat in the other hand--I threw the banana peel away, then realized when I got to class that I was still holding said peel and my hat had gone missing. Yes, I threw it in the trash. That is the sort of space cadet I can be sometimes.)
This weekend K and I spent a lovely, relaxing weekend in the woods at the Logtown Inn (my parents' house). We had a delicious dinner of ciabatta and olive oil, tortellini with vodka sauce, and no wine because I drank far too much of the stuff the previous night when S came over and we psychoanalyzed each other (and K) until the early morning hours. We rented a couple of pay-per-view movies (sorry M&D, the redbox was broken--as usual, it seems--and we were desperate!) and played with my smelly old dog. Truth be told, I only took him for a short "walk" as darkness fell on Sunday afternoon, but I think it counts. And the January thaw is officially over here in Vermont--today was seriously frigid!