This past weekend, my partner and I took a short road trip to Crystal Mountain (~2 hours outside of the city). While I usually opt to stay indoors on chilly Winter days, we’ve found ourselves on a mountain snowboarding almost every other weekend since the end of December. Even though I was still recovering from the last snowboarding trip, I tagged along for the drive to enjoy being outdoors in the powder. I go a bit “crazy” (aka have too much energy for my own good) when I get cabin fever!
This has got to be the most stereotypical west coast, Pacific Northwest-er, outfit I’ve ever worn! I call it my “cabin outfit” because I dream about wearing it to a cabin on a winter getaway. In reality, I wear it to work on an almost weekly basis. I love this outfit because it incorporates: a thrifted piece, a gifted top from my family, and a borrowed beanie and backpack from my fiance (what’s his is soon-to-be-mine, right? haha!). I haven’t owned a flannel buttondown since I was about 10 years old, which my grandma bought to help me brave the winters as a kid who hated being outside at recess. Over the holidays, my family (back in Toronto) decided it was about time for me to own a flannel shirt since apparently not owning one and living in Seattle is a faux-pas.
plaid flannel buttondown: American Eagle (exact)
cable knit cardigan: thrifted via Goodwill
UGG Cecile boots: c/o J.Jill (exact)
leggings: Lululemon (similar)
Especial Primo backpack: Timbuk2 (exact)
beanie: borrowed from the fiance ;)
If you’re wondering what’s up with my thigh-high snow legs, there’s a funny story behind that. You might’ve already read it on Instagram over the weekend, so feel free to gloss over this paragraph if you did! While we were taking these photos, there was a really cute spot I wanted to walk further over to. T was asking if the snow was packed enough to stand on, since he was only wearing sneakers after having changed out of his snowboarding boots. “Trust me! It’s packed solid!” was my response and then not a moment later after making that statement, I fell through into thigh-deep snow!
Of course, we couldn’t stop laughing about it and that’s how we ended up with this set of silly photos. Moral of the story is to never trust me as your snow tour guide. I will get too excited jumping around in it and end up with soaking wet socks for the 2 hour car ride home from falling through non-packed piles of snow.
… aaaaand blooper! This was taken right after falling through the surface of the snow into thigh-deep powder. As you can tell, I was having a splendid time with snow down my boots!! This is my, “hey can you help me out of here?” face.