Before The Snow

The winter weather has officially descended. We had our first snow last night. True, it was mixed with rain and had pretty much turned to slush by this morning... but it was there. It makes me excited.

Have I ever mentioned my deep, irrevocable love for strings of twinkly Christmas lights? Actually, I believe I have. There is something so magical about them.

Speaking of Christmas lights... on Friday night our town kicked off the holiday season with its annual tradition: lighting the Christmas tree in the center of town. My friends and I caroled with our select singing group from school, then ate greasy Chinese food until we felt like we were going to pass out. It was magnificent.

As silly as this may seem, all the Christmas hoopla swirling about makes me wish I were in Paris for the holiday season. True, I am always wishing I were in Paris, but right now especially. I can only imagine how stunning it must be blanketed in snow, with all the trees lit up. And I would think that French Christmas traditions are much more dignified than those of Americans.

I love how dreamy this photograph is. I really want to hang a few strings of white lights around my room. First image found here, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth.

A few months ago I received mail from Smith College regarding a poetry contest for sophomore and junior high school girls residing in New England. Seems like fate, right? A week ago I submitted my poem, and I figured I would show it to you since it somewhat relates to the topic at hand. I hope you don't mind when I post poems on here, but writing is just as important to me as fashion, and probably more so, so I like sharing things.

Before The Snow

hard to recall whether our knees touched
under the cramped table at dinner,
or whether you noticed me noticing.
much later we lay together
among the spare blankets,
clean apartment lush with lamplight,
our cold feet touching under a virginally
white comforter.
it felt like both the safest
and the strangest place to want,
with warm electricity flowing through my marrow,
a surreal sense of peace fluttering
about my eyelids.

I promise some more fashion-related things soon, but the snow had me in the dreamiest mood today. I cannot wait for the first snow day.