Weekend Wardrobe: Snow Bound

fogggydress_snow AKG’s grad school is on break for a WHOLE WEEK! We headed to the mountains in Utah and prayed for snow. As usual, we stayed at his family’s cabin in Brian Head (they also rent it out–check out their website here for availability & details!).fogggydress_snow A few days before we arrived at the cabin, it had snowed around 17 inches. And when we woke up after our first night there, we got 7 more inches! We headed to the slopes to shred some of that pooowwedderrrr. All weekend we have been bundled up in beanies and  layers of sweaters, jackets and warm boots.

fogggydress_snowfogggydress_snow My brother and his wife drove down and met us there, as well as more of Austin’s family…it was a perfect day, hardly anyone was there (it was Monday!) and there was plenty of powder to get stuck in ride. I am not that good riding powder, but by the end of the day I had improved a lot. Enjoy the pictures!

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fogggydress_snowfogggydress_snowfogggydress_snow Snow flurries are the prettiest!

fogggydress_snowfogggydress_snow hugs, hanalei

Make a Shrug From Your Scarf + Tutorial

foggydress_scarf It has been a typical Southern California winter–a little rainy but not too chilly. A thin shrug is just what I’ve been wanting. Lately I’ve been wrapping my large scarves around my shoulders, but they keep slipping and falling. It finally dawned on me… why not turn it into a shrug? I can still wear it as a scarf anytime! foggydress_scarffoggydress_scarfIt’s so easy to make, it almost doesn’t need a tutorial.foggydress_scarffoggydress_scarffoggydress_scarfSee the full tutorial (and more pictures) after the jump…  Continue reading

weekend wardrobe

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foggydress_hiking While a lot of my friends across the country are enduring below freezing temperatures, I am soaking in the heat & sun of a California winter. 
foggydress_hikingfoggydress_hiking^^ We found this awesome, old, broken down car. I wonder how old it is.

foggydress_hiking I lived in my hiking clothes this weekend, as we walked all over the hills of Diamond Bar. I wore pants but almost wished I didn’t because of the heat. My hiking boots are my best friends, guys. If you haven’t purchased a good pair (they’re pricey, but I got mine on sale) then you should ask Santa for some. I have these, but would really love these for cold weather hikes.

foggydress_hikingSo many soft, rolling hills! You could see LA in the distance (not in the picture above, that’s facing the other direction), it was that clear and that beautiful.foggydress_hikingfoggydress_hikingfoggydress_hiking^^ I can never get him to look at the camera… foggydress_hikingfoggydress_hikingfoggydress_hikinghugs, hanalei

Catching Autumn, a poem

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The tree outside my window once had many bright green leaves,

Then yellow, orange, red they fall til’ bare, it’s branches grieve.

Though wind and frost and season’s change will take it’s colored ends,

The sturdy tree stands still and tall, just waiting for the mends

That come with Spring, which follows cold–that wintry, darkened season;

When leaves and color come again, and bring back all the reason

For this lonely tree, when all is gone, and winter takes it’s light,

 To hope for what it knows will come, but is not within sight.

Hold on to hope, it’s all we have to get us through the cold,

For Autumn leaves will soon bring Spring if hope is what we hold.

I wrote this poem in college when I was living in northern Utah, a place which truly celebrates all four seasons. If I could live my whole life in those fleeting weeks when summer ends and winter has not yet struck, I would be elated.

I remember looking out my bedroom window at a beautiful, grand tree who’d scattered the grassy hill with it’s yellow, orange, then red leaves. I was terribly sad that such a golden season, so short lived, was already ending. Even more sad was I of the endless winter that inevitably brought chill and snow, short days and dark nights. Hope of Spring always got me through those wintry days. Now I live in a place that only has two seasons: hot summer and cold summer; how I miss that beautiful, grand tree who caught the colors of Autumn and left them by my window.

Photo: Alpine, Utah by Ivan Ho (my talented brother)

PS- find my other poem here