Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Come on, Mr. Hog de Ground. No shadow spotting, please. We've had enough.

Snow days were more fun when it meant I didn't have to go to school or work. Now, it usually means that I have even more work. Nonetheless, it sure can be tranquil and lovely.
 Where did all the cars go?

 Frosted gold.

 Central Park.

 An unlikely city commute.

 Or is it marshmallow?

Park Avenue flower sculptures get a surprise.

Construction on hold.

Then again, I might have experienced a little childish glee tromping through powder up to my knees (luckily, I had tall boots!), the streets empty and calm for weekday rush hour. No rushing that morning.

My first instinct upon a massive amount of snowfall is to go sledding or tubing. I'm Minnesotan, it's in my blood. My cold, cold blood. My second instinct is to curl up in my apartment with my furry dog and not come out until I've read every newspaper, book, and magazine in existence.          

I currently have piles upon piles of fun magazines to delve into. These piles are starting to imitate the NYC skyline on my floor.
I would love to have this magazine rack featured in the oh-so-chic blog, Cupcakes and Cashmere:
source: Cupcakes and Cashmere

Not only do I have palpable glossies littering my apartment, but the virtual versions are also tempting me to never venture outside again. Just a few that I'm dying to catch up on:



Hm, with all of these dreams of holing myself up inside until Spring, I'm beginning to think being a Groundhog wouldn't be so bad...

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