Wearing a vintage cardigan and blouse, Marciano skirt, Doc Martens, mom's necklace, gifted earrings, unknown tights.
Not only is this my 400th post, but this is also the post picturing the first real snowfall we had in Toronto this winter. Now, I know I was lusting for snow all of December, but now that the holidays are over and I'm back to countless hours of studying each day, I really would prefer if my days weren't obstructed by piles of slush when I venture outside for a breath of fresh air or to go to class. Anyways, I can't really complain though because it is pretty, isn't it? I couldn't help staring out the window of my Student Council office on Friday and feeling peaceful. There is something beautiful about watching snowflakes fall and noiselessly hit the earth. The falling of snowflakes is probably the biggest and quietest party you will ever hear.