cozy up

I guess I took a sort of unanticipated blogging break...oops. Since I last posted, I have:
1. Applied and subsequently been accepted to college
2. Learned how to play the ukulele
3. Cut my own bangs, twice.
4. Bought the PERFECT black blazer
5. Inherited a ring shaped like a whale, and
6. Turned 18!

Tomorrow, I am going to move my bed into my closet and my clothes into my room. First things first, people.

The weather right now is what one would expect from January in Seattle. I've become somewhat inured to the omnipresent, low-hanging greyness and constant need for an umbrella, but my favorite feeling during these long winter months is cozy. I love feeling safe and warm and snug; I've become somewhat of an expert.

This is what I'm all about right now:

Photos from vi.sualize, sweaters are Proenza Schouler and Rag & Bone from La Garconne.

the view from where i sit is rather grey

In drear-nighted December,

Too happy, happy tree,

Thy branches ne'er remember

Their green felicity:

The north cannot undo them

With a sleety whistle through them;

Nor frozen thawings glue them

From budding at the prime.

In drear-nighted December,

Too happy, happy brook,

Thy bubblings ne'er remember

Apollo's summer look;

But with a sweet forgetting,

They stay their crystal fretting,

Never, never petting

About the frozen time.

Ah! would 'twere so with many

A gentle girl and boy!

But were there ever any

Writhed not at passed joy?

The feel of not to feel it,

When there is none to heal it

Nor numbed sense to steel it,

Was never said in rhyme.

Seattle winters could crush you with their interminable grey-ness. Poem: In drear-nighted December, John Keats. Photos: vi.sualize, Pringle of Scotland Pre-Fall, Rag and Bone.