But MC and I don't work at a hospital built on a former cranberry bog, like my dad, where they'll let you borrow the truck if it means you'll cut up and haul downed trees from the property. That's a rare situation. Which is tragic, because I don't know how else a young girl is going to learn how to use an axe or a chainsaw during those empowering formative teenage years.
Floral babydoll dress: H&M
Over-the-knee socks: Sockdreams
Bag: Coach, thrifted
Anyway, the house got chilly without power, but we just threw some heavy, vintage Hudson Bay wool blankets over us and read to each other with a flashlight. We stayed amazingly toasty under there, and were lucky enough to have power restored the next night.
P.S. The moments between snowfalls always look so dead! All scraggly trees and dead grass and cracked sidewalks! I swear, our neighborhood is quaint as eff most of the time.