My family is, like, really pretty: Erin H. (part three)

This girl. She is so lovely. I can't even...

  

"Th-th-th-th-that's all, folks!"

My family is, like, really pretty: Erin H. (part two)

Dear Erin,

You are beautiful.

Thanks for letting me drag you through the woods, in knee deep snow, like some sort of ill-prepared pioneers, with good hair. And iPhones. Annnnyways... you are great.

xoxo.

 

My family is, like, really pretty: Erin H. (part one)

Once upon a time I took photos of Erin, and I FINALLY finished editing them.

And so, to honor Miss Erin's angelic patience, I am going to blog a few different posts honoring her and her photogenic mug. Here's to pretty girls, and adorable winter layers (because girls look to cutest in adorable winter layers).

(Photo shoot in the mountains of Draper, UT - December 2013)

OHMYGOSHjustsnowalready.

Once upon a time, Christmas 2009, Santa brought me a very nice camera.

So of course, I spent the regulated amount of time taking photos of myself in the mirror.

We all go through this phase. 

 Winter 2009-2010 was glorious. Do you remember snow? SNOW.

 Do you remember wearing flats even when there was snow?

Smart girl.

Look how cold these feet were/are. They look like orphan feet. The kind of orphan feet attached to The Little Match Girl.

I seriously need to start taking more pictures.

Lace me up.

Every year, after winter/Christmas/holidays are over, I always have a feeling of slight regret. I never really gave myself a chance to enjoy that time of year. Forget skiing, sledding, drinking hot cocoa by a fire while listening to carols played by hammer dulcimer, making snow angels, and ice skating. I simply... got busy. I had to work. I never had the money. Etc. I completely got stuck in a pattern of being a "grown up". This is my vow, as the holidays are in full swing: I WILL ENJOY MY WINTER. Starting with the ice skating. As soon as this semester is over (DEC 9 = LAST DAY OF CLASSES. WOOT.) I am going to the Gallivan Center outdoor ice skating rink, and shooshing around till i can't feel my toes.

Who's with me?