For the past ten days, hubby and I have been hunkered down in my parent’s house on the coast in Maine. (We actually started by spending a day-and-a-half in Boston, shopping and stuffing our faces with cupcakes and cannolis. Check out Instagram for the pictures.) Once in Maine, we relaxed, I managed to catch a wicked cold, and we ate a whole lot of lobster. I’m a city girl through and through, but I’ve always loved Maine for it’s slowed-down way of life.
We snapped a bunch of photos at the beginning of the trip when the snow had settled, the rest of the week, it snowed nearly every day, and we took a few of those days to stay in. I secretly love wearing the same pajamas I woke up in, all day long. I’m also not great at giving myself a break in real life, so having no choice but to stay in actually worked out just fine for me. I also blogged less, though I had all of these grand plans to get caught up in a major way. Nineties chick flicks played all week, I couldn’t resist.
On the days we could get out, we took a local tour of the amazing bakeries (What is it with the amazing baked goods in New England? Hello, donuts, whoopie pies, and cupcakes!) We went to countless used bookstores, visited Freeport, Camden, Bath, Wiscasset, and Rockland.
That was my weak attempt at blowing snow at hubby. Epic fail. Also, do note, absolutely everyone in Maine knew instantly that we weren’t from up North. My guess is it had something to do with the layers-upon-layers of jackets I was wearing. In the photo above, I am wearing two shirts, four sweaters, leggings and jeans, two pairs of socks, boots, and a scarf, all under the puffy jacket, and I was still cold. Mainers wear a sweatshirt and jeans. I don’t get it.
I’m totally amazed by the way the ice settles on the tree branches and makes all of the trees glitter in the sunlight. And snow on the beach, one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen. (I grew up in Miami, where the beach is just … hot.)
It is so good to be back though. I nearly cried with excitement when we landed in South Florida and it was brutally hot on the walk off of the plane. Yep, I’m the weirdo who loves the heat. And now I’m back, in full swing, ready for 2014! Amazing things are headed to this little blog, and I can’t wait to share with you all!
How were your holidays?