Along the Waccamaw River, dressed down for winter.
The 5 year old and his cousin, trying to move around the artificial ice. Because we can at least pretend it’s winter.
At the hobby store. Not nearly as romantic as it sounds.
Not sure if these colors are brought on by the (lack of) winter weather, but I love seeing them on my walks.
Is cold enough for me, but not terribly winterish at the moment.
The first one this season.
Seems a little confused. But if you’re into model trains, it’s not bad. Not bad at all.
47 degrees (8°C) this morning (45°F/7°C with windchill!) and I’m eagerly anticipating the spectacle on these rare days where Miami comes out in its winter best. I think the average cold weather outfit in this town dates back to the mid-90s, with some valiantly, permanently stuck in the 70s. But hey, flannel is back and vintage is huge!
I’m dying to go outside to see what has emerged from the stuffy deepest corners of closets all around the city, but I’m afraid that upon viewing last year’s local winter wonders I felt compelled to donate my 10 year old winter jacket to Goodwill. And you know 47 is pretty cold for someone who does not own a winter coat.
So I think I will save my 5 year old sweater dress/long sleeve tee/super large scarf, paired with jeans and 10 year old boots (I know, but it’s COLD, though – and they do have buckles…) plus BRAND NEW arm warmers until around 10 am, when accuweather tells me it will have heated up to a just barely more humane 54…