I'll be honest: I didn't really wear the jeans all day. After my photo shoot, I promptly put on my coziest sweatpants but I kept the sweater and the slippers.
Jeans: American Eagle (mine are from a few years ago, but they've brought them back - yay 'cause mine are now too big. Get 'em here) (similar here) (and here) (and here)
Unwilling photo participant: Roxy the kitty
Oh and my title comes from a Robert Frost poem. Well actually it's the title of the poem. I was searching for poems about snow when I found this one. I felt it was fitting for today:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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