I fell down and the camera caught me as I was getting back up and dusting myself off.
Now acting nonchalant about the whole thing.
Coat: Fleet St.
Vest: Jack by BB Dakota (thrifted)
Shirt: Gap (thirfted)
Tee shirt: True Religon (thrifted)
Pants: American Eagle Outfitters
Boots: Madden Girl
Handbag: Liz Claiborne Leather (thrifted)
Necklace: State Fair vendor
I keep having the problem of my breath getting caught on camera thanks to the cold air. It looks quite goofy but alas, I'm not very good at holding my breath so you're all stuck with photos of me looking like a three packs a day smoker. (And with this cold I sound like one as well! Paging Dr. Girlfriend please.)
I've been wearing my furry vest non-stop this winter, I feel like I've figured out how to incorporate it into my style as opposed to how I wore it last winter. (I really didn't know what to wear it with! It was a little bit sad and pitiful.) I do apologize about my gloves being on in every single photo lately, it takes a while for me to get cold everywhere but my fingers, those freeze right away.
The river's frozen over by now, I've already seen some snow machine tracks on it which is totally insane since there's still open spots on the river. I'm a pretty big chicken when it comes to walking on rivers, they make me more nervous than the lakes do and I have this huge fear of falling through the ice. It's a well founded fear however, every year someone falls through the river. One year two of my little brothers hit a patch of rotten ice on the river and fell through on their snow machines They were so lucky that it was at one of the really shallow spots and that the temperatures weren't too low, they were a couple miles out from the house and couldn't get the machines out of the water so they had to walk the whole way back. They got the world's biggest chewing out from our parents, but everyone was just shaking over how scary it could have been.
Well, there my alaskany story for the day. Sadly, there's no bears in it. To make up for that, I'll tell you all about the time my dad's friend got his face chewed off by a bear. The dude's got some pretty wicked scars and a bear's tooth now, he always wins the scar story tell-offs.
All right, all right, no gross out stories tonight. Maybe tomorrow.