So there I was, minding my own business, making my daily trek from the parking garage to my building when it hit me like a ton of bricks – I was COLD. For the first time in at least eight months, my flip flops seemed horribly inappropriate. It suddenly feels like fall and I finally feel excited for Thanksgiving with the whole family, a Swedish December in honor of my grandmother and a holiday in Chicago with real live snow. Twirl! I can’t wait to decorate my crib for the festivities, and while I’m not sure I’ll be as brave as the rooms in these images, it sure is fun to look.
(images styled by Eva Lindh)