I thought my snow days were behind me when I flew to Northern Ireland, but I have been proven (not entirely unpleasantly) wrong. I'm always ready by February to get rid of all of my winter clothes and then it usually ends up feeling like the coldest month. At least when there is snow it's a festive cold as opposed to bitterly cold and windy days without any of the frosty stuff to make the world seem a bit magical.
Outfit details:
old hat
Choies sweater
navy tights
old boots
Rebecca Minkoff backpack
old mittens (similar)
*pictures by Thomas
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