nights in

Sometimes you can't take cute pictures with perfect lighting. Sometimes winter comes early and its 10 degrees out in November and you have to find the cuteness inside. The cutness in the comfortable. In the books waiting to be read by the bed, paper snowflakes your little sister made, fuzzy socks, porch lights and messy rooms. Life isn't instantly instagrammable all the time. But the other moments are just as great.

Tonight I'm putting off editing as I pack for a girls weekend and hike in the attic to get the rest of my winter gear. 

In case it hasn't been obvious, I'm trying to do a post a day in November, and it's been really tough. Trying to keep it genuine, yet interesting has proven challenging. But the point of this is it doesn't have to seem interesting, because regardless of that, in 5 years I'm going to be fascinated my every word I have written. Yay blogging!