Hey there, from the other side of Chicago’s 5th largest blizzard. A week ago today, on Super Bowl Sunday, we got a hefty 19 inches of snowfall, and somehow… magically… that snow didn’t dominate my week. Maybe it was the friends who still swarmed our apartment Sunday evening, ready for football and beer. Or the new work project that meant I had to get through the heaps of snow, no matter that everything else was shut down. Or most likely, it was our beautiful 39-and-sunny end to the week that got Michael and I out of the house yesterday. Either way, my week was (you know it) good. In photos…
For the first time in a very long time, I read a real newspaper. I wanted it to feel relaxing and luxurious; instead, my attention span couldn’t make it past the jump.
Using a sparkler from my Christmas stocking. Why not?
Fresh snow Monday morning
Michael did me a real solid, and dug my car out. I wish I had a a “before” picture to show you that my car was buried about four feet deep.
View of the winter wonderland from the safety of my office
Each night this week, as I left the office, I’d see my coworkers, cars running and defrosters on, scraping the ice off our windshields. What a process! I’ll be happy when we’re through this period.
By Saturday, the grass had started peeking through the melted snow.
Brunching with my handsome boyfriend
A sunny Saturday meant a walk to the beach.
I love the different textures of sand. This sand was mixed with snow and ice, and was so satisfyingly crunchy.
Ice on the shoreline, like the inside of a cave.
My company had our holiday party in February, the rationale being that a holiday party in February gives you something to look forward to in the darkest part of the year. It worked! Michael and I had a blast, and enjoyed this awesome photo booth alternative.
More photo booth fun
Have a great week!