Yesterday we had our first big snowstorm of the winter and that meant a snow day for the city! I actually work from home on Tuesdays, but I was still all like… … and since James still needed to walk to his office he was all like … … despite the fact that I sacrificially tromped through the snow alongside him in a show of support. Ok, so really I just wanted to play a while and throw fluffy white stuff in the air before cloistering myself inside to study, to which James was all … … until I gave him this endearing facial expression… … and he caved and let me have a snow throwing fest, party of one. AND IT WAS MAGICAL, just like this city when it’s all coated in white. Despite his apparent lack of enthusiasm in these pictures, James actually did enjoy our snowy tromp across Capital Hill. How can you not? Everyone gets a little ridiculous with the first snow. Everyone was racing down the streets on sleds, building motley snowmen on sidewalks, and catching flakes on lashes and tongues. It won’t be this exciting if it’s still coming down in March, but for February, this snow was just right. How about you all — who had snow days this week? I know that our measly 8 inches pales in comparison to Boston’s million feet or any winter survived by Laura Ingalls and co, but it was still wonderful enough to slow us down for a day. How have you been spending these snowy winter days?
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramA moment of tranquil outfit coordinating perfection, before snow got in his boot and he started yelling “WHY IS THE SNOW HURTING ME???” Because Winter is a bad romance kid. Also: to all you parents who had childcare cancelled for snow and now you are getting crazy eyes trying to figure out how to fit a full work day into nap time- I SEE YOU.That magical winter moment when you wake up and find the whole world changed while you slept. Before the snow is dirty, before you realize the hassle of slick roads and buried cars and cancellations, before snow gets in your boots and freezes that patch of skin between your glove and sleeve. Just the wonder at the world made white.