A blizzard hits DC the day I’m supposed to leave on my ski vacation – the irony is not lost on me. Hopefully we’ll make it out today, but I’m not holding my breath.
After learning my flight was canceled (on Friday, no snow had hit the ground yet), I decided sledding was going to be an integral part of keeping my sanity during this whole debaucle. And it was. DC can be a lot of fun when we get a big dump of snow. My friends and I had a great time tromping around the neighborhood, testing the limits of my antique-quality Flexible Flyer (which I should have photographed), and marveling at some horrific moments in driving decisions. Later on, I went to a friends’ holiday party, feeling very smug about my ability to reconcile holiday party dress and snow-appropriate footwear. My (very) small successes with practicality always make me feel clever.
vintage fur cape
Forever 21 vest