I've been listening to a lot of Joni Mitchell lately, adopting my partner's old habit of immersing himself in a different artist week by week. Today it was Blue (1971) and For the Roses (1972), albums with which I have a sentimental connection. A friend sent them to me when I was a few weeks into graduate school. Having just moved to a new state, the only places I was confident I could get to without getting lost were the university and the grocery store, and I hadn't been around quite long enough to make friends. She, having gone through the same steps several states away, mailed me a couple burned CDs to help me get through the long afternoons. I still have them, names penned in Sharpie and scratched from much playing.

Listening to these albums now feels appropriate. The new year has crept in quietly, lacking the excitement and momentum of 2016. And, to be honest, I don't have the energy I had last January. I'm glad, a little, for the stillness.

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Rest well, friend

A former professor and mentor died this afternoon. I am honored to have played five semesters under his baton.

Cranberry & Black

We're in the thick of the third snow this season, which is unheard of for coastal NC. Everything is mushy and gray, and evening yoga keeps getting cancelled. I'm ready for melting, warming, and longer days. And to not need so many layers, though I do like this combination:

Dress: Target; Sweatshirt: Everlane; Tights: Target; Boots: DV by Dolce Vita; Necklaces: Gifts
Christopher is now consistently replacing a table and auto-timer. He's doing a pretty good job, too.

Gray Monday

Sweatshirt: Anthropologie; Shirt: Everlane; Skirt: H&M; Tights: Gap; Belt: Target; Boots: White Mountain

Snow in the South

It snowed here the last week in January. Five inches, and we were out for two days. It's been years since I've had real, school-canceling winter weather, and it was refreshing. It gave me plenty of time to test out my new camera:

Our front porch was covered in paw prints. I hope they found someplace warm to sleep!

It doesn't look like much, but the unplowed roads really were treacherous. Each time we ventured out, we saw at least one car swerved off the road. Whole sections of street were solid ice. Not even the mail came that day.

Cat prints! Cat prints everywhere!

January Round Up

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami; In the Garden of Stone, Susan Tekulve; Bad Behavior, Mary Gaitskill

Zara Long Flowy Skirt in Nude, $79.99 $39.99; Zara Skirt with Contrasting Box Pleats in Sky Blue, $39.99; Everlane Raglan Boat Neck Sweatshirt in Black, $35.00 $15.00

Sound, Stage, and Seminar
No Country for Old Men; Saving Mr. Banks; The Beatles Anthology; Her; The Act of Killing; Ghostbusters

Four Seasons Chamber Music Festival: Drama & Intrigue Adam Neiman, piano; Ara Gregorian, violin; Marcy Rosen, cello

Suddenly Spring

Shirt: Everlane; Dress: ASOS; Belt: NY&Co.; Shoes: Mossimo via Target
It's weird to think that just four or five days ago it was in the negatives. Today was mid-fifties and bright, and it was exciting not to have to wear leggings or tights. Classes started yesterday, so I'm back to professional dressing, lest some well-meaning passerby asks what courses I'm taking. It happens more often than you'd think.
I promise I wear dresses other than this one. It's just so versatile and comfortable.
Photo credit to Christopher, who is a sweetheart.