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Winter Fantasy Land

AnnamalSF — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 23:21:22 +0000

So I’m not sure how much we’ll be blogging over Christmas break. So until then, I’m just going to bombard you with Christmas cheer – starting with this post. Oh, and this computer snow that’s falling over your screen right now.

I found these photos of ridiculously adorably festive Christmas bungalows if you will. In my holiday fantasy, this is where I would wake up Christmas morning. Siiigh.

And this is what my fake children would leave Santa the night before. It’d look just like this:

Pretty Inspiration

AnnamalSF — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 15:41:28 +0000

We’re Following the Leader…

AnnamalSF — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 03:48:34 +0000

I took this shot of some people walking down the beach in Tahoe.
“We will enjoy our vacation single file people!”

Anthro Winter Windows

AnnamalSF — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 13:40:25 +0000

I took these photos on my iPhone when I was in New York over Thanksgiving. I totally forgot I had them until I updated my phone tonight. I love Anthropologie’s window displays. They’re always so creative! Here are a few of their windows at the Midtown store.

Flickr Friday: Chilly Days

AnnamalSF — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 11:56:14 +0000

An Anthropologie Winter Wonderland!

AnnamalSF — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:22:11 +0000

Well Anthropologie has done it again. If you haven’t checked out their site lately, go now! They have some ridiculously cute new jewelry and whoever styled it is a genius. Mason jar snow globes?? SOLD! Love it.

A Letter from Mrs. Holmes

KarenNYC — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 13:21:18 +0000

Dear fall season,

I’m not sure if you were aware of our date in the city for the next month or so, but I don’t appreciate being stood up. And no, it was not OK to send your gross roommate, winter, to meet me instead. He smells and he’s extremely unpleasant, cold and squishy. Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said? I lined up some really cute fall weather outfits to wear for our reoccurring date, but now they all have to be hidden by poofy marshmallow man jackets, boots, gloves, hats and scarves. I thought about rebelling against you and wearing those outfits anyway, but I value the feeling in my hands and feet more than I value you.

Just so you know, it was 38 degrees and pouring down rain yesterday. While I was out running errands, a man stopped me on the street wanting to take few a minutes of my time to talk to me about global warming. Irony of all ironies. I stared at him, hands trembling, teeth chattering, and sending him those “Are you completely nuts?” vibes. I wanted to say, “Tell me where fall is, then we can talk,” but I had lost the use of my vocal cords due to them turning into ice cubes.

So, maybe next time, call ahead and let me know you’re not going to show up. Or even just send me a text. Smoke signal. Morse code. Anything. Don’t leave me shivering in the cold and heart broken.

RUDE.

SEC-UR-I-TY!!