07 November 2011

I intended to lock myself in my not-so-ivory tower all day yesterday to do work. WORK. Very serious stuff. Predictably, I went a little stir-crazy and when a well-timed text message come in from an ex-coworker, I layered up, picked up a bottle of red and caught a bus. Point of the story? It smelled like snow outside

Have a warm and wonderful week of your own making, lovies. 

Photos from 5 inch and up, tomboystyle, Google Images, firecats, sneak+peek and froufrou.

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