Anomalies of the North
Fish house colonies form on the lakes as soon as the ice is thick enough. They remain for months. Or at least until the annual ice fishing competition in February.
Blue Moon is served in mason jars.
It snows…
And snows…
and snows some more. And never melts.
And flannel is the uniform of the season.
The Deets:
Flannel shirt: Gift from my Brother in law (who commented that I actually made it look fashionable. I’ll take that as a compliment)
Leggings: Capizio
Boots: Sorel via Gilt
Hair: Going berzerk because of all this effing dry air. Girls that live in the north: HAAALP ME!
