Sunday Best: Better Shape Up

dress: DownEast, sweater: Buckle, tights: vintage, boots: Old Navy, hat: Bella Me, necklace: Old Navy

You know you better shape up, because tomorrow is the first day of December. That means Santa Claus is coming to town. You don't want to be on the naughty list, do you?

In all reality, I chose my title because I've been on this kick of adding basic geometric shapes to my outfits (although, I'm stoked out of my mind for Saint Nick). So I was super excited when I snagged this necklace along with triangle earrings at the Old Navy Black Friday Sale. That's about all the shopping I could handle on Black Friday . . . and that was at 6 pm. Yep, not much of a Black Friday shopper here because: 

A) I hate big crowds of people crammed in small areas. 

B) I'm basically useless after midnight. A girl needs her beauty sleep. 

C) I shop deals all year long. Why go on the day that everyone else does?

Well, it's time to go decorate our Christmas tree and deck our halls. It's tradition the Sunday after Thanksgiving . . . at least around these parts. I know some of you have had your tree up since Halloween ;). I won't judge you. I'll probably leave mine up past Valentine's Day. I constantly live in denial.   

Sunday Best: The Food Baby Sweater

sweater: Adornit, jeans: Delia's, socks: TJ Maxx, oxfords: Fashion Box

I've been on a sweater buying frenzy. It's a slight problem. Each time I say it's going to be the last time, but deep down I know I'm always lying to myself. I need to go to sweater shopping rehab. But sweaters are just so darn cozy. It's like wearing a blanket to work and no one asks questions. 

I like my sweaters big. Like, if three of me can fit inside then I know it's about the right size. And I like them soft. This one from Adornit is a winner. Plus, those whimsical colors and that big blue pocket just had me at hello. It's a sweater like this one that you want to wear to your Thanksgiving feast. It will hide all evidence of the food baby. This Thursday I'm planning on having food baby triplets, so there's that. 

And this is why I'm not a fashion blogger. I plan my outfits around the amount of food I consume.

Changing of the Seasons

Yesterday morning marked the first snowfall of the season. There is something that excites me down to my bones about waking up to snowflakes sticking to the bedroom window. It's that same feeling we all get as little children, but I think many of us outgrow it when we become adults. We go from seeing the magic in everyday occurrences to finding the nuisance in everything we can. And I understand that snow can be a pain. It creates dangerous driving, it leaves sidewalks to shovel and roads to plow. I get it. But I still choose to see the magic in snow. Because if I can't do that then I feel as if life would be incredibly mundane. So yes, I hopped out of bed yesterday and ran to the window. There wasn't snow sticking to the ground yet but the snowflakes were beginning to fall. So I squealed, hopped up and down and yelled to Brian (who was already in the shower), "Brian, it's snoooooowing!"

A friend of mine posted a quote on Instagram yesterday and I totally relate.

"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." -George Santayana

I've never been able to peg what my favorite season is. I think my favorite is whichever one is beginning. I'm completely okay with that. I see people who absolutely love summer . . . and it's kind of heartbreaking to see them mope around the rest of the year. So yes, I'm a fan of the changing seasons. I'm looking forward to wearing mittens and going skiing. Speaking of going skiing, Brian and I went to a ski swap yesterday and left with skis, poles and boots. So I guess we better go skiing a few times this winter.

Now let's talk for a minute about how beautiful this autumn was. Warm temps the whole time through. I was hiking in tank tops in October. That never happens.

I love that I'm writing a blog post about the weather. Wow. Isn't that a thing you do when there's nothing better to talk about?

". . . . nice weather we're having."

Well, we also took some super amateur family photos this fall. One day I'll plan ahead (and also dish out the money) and schedule for an actual real photographer to take our photos. But for now, I think I can live with the tripod and remote approach.

XO,

Kels