Where the Trees are

The wind has been so nippy lately, a herald of winter, I feel as if

I'm a newspaper flying down the street. Walks in the woods have

become our refuge; the trees shield us. Paul and I have discovered

a new park. There were big trees I couldn't wrap my arms around

and there were thin trees that swayed slowly back and forth. There

were round leaves and pointy leaves; red, brown, and yellow leaves.

The winding paths were hidden under a thick blanket of leaves and

the place had an aura that belongs to fairy-tales. 

As much as I love a little black dress, there's something about a

pretty white smock that leaves you feeling delicate and ethereal. 

Lying in the tall grass in the hot sun with ladybugs crawling on

my bare skin - that's where I'm transported to once I pull this

dress over my head and onto my goose-bumped body in the morning.

And when the mornings are as cold as they have been lately, that's

exactly where I want to be.  But I do love this dress. It's as light as

as a pinch of flour, both in weight and colour, and I depend on

heavy wool accents to keep me warm. That and tall boots with

warm socks. There are no bugs though. Always a silver lining. 

Outfit: 

Thrifted // Wool Hat

Thrifted // Wool Vest

Thrifted // Cotton Dress

Thrifted // Leather Boots

Thrifted // Coat