White Russians and Pinecones

Socks and heels aren't quite happening yet in America but I've been eager to do a test run. I think it might be my new favorite thing. Kind of gives the silhouette of ankle boots, but with an interesting, almost school girl-like twist (in my opinion).

Yesterday I went to visit my Grandmother and her sister, who had been in Nova Scotia visiting family for two months. It had been forever since I'd been to their place. We drank white russians, talked about true love, and they treated me to dinner. God I freaking love them. And their house:



Left: My mother as a child, Right: Hilary and me.



Tons of dolls. The Onsen bear in the middle is a gift from one of my trips to Japan.





My mother as a teenager, me as a baby...



Old sewing machine. More dolls.



Dolls made out of walnuts...and prunes...



FOOD.



My grandmother taught me to have at least a little bit of blind faith in the zodiac system. We're both gemini, and the older I get the more I realize we are incredibly similar for whatever reasons have you.



(raise your hand if your grandparents have one of these on their front door...)



I had such a good time that I'm planning a sleepover with Hilary this coming Friday. I can't even wait.

Dress and blazer: Vintage
Socks: Target
Shoes: Guess