Despite the smiles and steady hair, the temperatures were miserably low and the wind was unforgiving. (Miserably low for this girl is anything in the 30's) But I made it through the picture taking alive - more importantly, my fingers and face made it. When it was all over I felt like Audrey Griswold while picking out the family Christmas tree.
I'm so ridiculous. Over half the country is buried under several feet of snow and I can hardly bare the 30's. But seriously, I'm not a cold-kinda-gal. Unless there's snow. Then I'll ruff it out - because it's gorgeous.
Moving on... looks like my subconscious still puts me in dark ensembles when there's an overcast. Not surprised. It always happens - without fail. I don't mind it, though. Gray is my new favorite neutral. Let's hope we see the sun tomorrow!