We had a really cold weekend here in Minneapolis. When I woke up on Saturday, it was -11 degrees outside, but I was still super excited to go out and get our Christmas tree. In past years, we've always just set up a mini fake one, but this year Rob and I both really wanted to get a full-sized real one. This year away really has me eager to start some new traditions.

So I slapped some leggings on underneath my jeans and it was Christmas Tree Shopping Day! (From here until, well, April, outdoor What I Wore posts will probably contain less photos and more watery eyes. It's a little chilly out there.)

Sweater: GAP | Jacket: Old Navy

Earmuffs (mine are in Chestnut): UGG Australia

Mittens: My mom's old pair. I love these things.

Bag: Coach | Jeans: Levi's

Short Rain Boots: c/o Joules

Joules recently sent me these little boots and they're so cute. I know they're mainly meant for rain, but the furry lining inside did a pretty decent job keeping my feet warm for a while. I probably could have done the pants thing with socks and worn two pairs, but I think that's just Minnesota. The color is so fun and they're grippy enough for slippery sidewalks! I'm a fan.

And look! Our tree is so cute.

How was your weekend? Anyone else get a tree on Saturday?

"Christmas", "Minnesota", "What I Wore", "Winter"Megan | Freckled ItalianDecember 9, 2013 Comments

I'll Make Coffee & You'll Read The Paper

I got out of the shower yesterday and smeared some lotion that I barely ever use over my shoulders and arms. It's that thick body cream that comes in a tub instead of a bottle, and it smells like cake. I bought it at the Bath & Body Works in Tyson's Corner one weekend with Melissa and Whitney when Rob was living there and I was visiting.

It smells like winter to me, that lotion, so once I put it on I crossed my arms over my face and breathed in deeply, remembering the really tall but wobbly air mattress we used to sleep on and the kitchen with barely anything in it that he shared with two other guys. Chilly afternoons with friends and dinners out in DC, loud bars at Halloween and high heels at holiday parties, sad Sunday afternoons filled with naps and extra kisses and four hour drives into the night.

They were days full of friends and full of fun, but they were days that sometimes felt as though they'd never end; like we'd always be separated by our jobs and the cities we lived in.

But now we have this place together, and though it sometimes also feels transitional, there are flowers in vases and all of my books are on a shelf and we share a car and say things like, "What do you want to do for dinner?" because after a day of work, we are together. And I wake up on Sunday mornings with nowhere to go and I put water on the stove for coffee and think, this is our life. And it is so good.