Ok, so, the twelve days of Christmas is now kind of the eleven days of Christmas. Yesterday's photos were inexplicably horrible. I don't know why. That's why its inexplicable. In any case, I've got my dignity, so no one will ever see them. Today's photos, on the other hand, are kind of delightful. Lord knows, they should have been awful...I was staring directly into the sun, my tea was the only thing between me and frostbite (we just had another "cold snap" out here), and there were trash cans all over the place, waiting for pick up. But the sun felt awfully good, and it was fun to watch the confused stares of passers by. Also we had a trash can duel when we were done. You know, a trash can duel. Where you each grab a trash can and run at each other? No? What, were you raised by bears?
I think these boots and this skirt were the two items I missed the most during the 30 for 30, so I figured, why not put them together? Don't I just look like the last girl in the world you would want to mess with? I am. I will run you down with a trash can. Filled with holiday cheer!
Tomorrow promises to be adventurous...more later!