Once upon a time in Scotland, it was a very, very snowy day. I skipped into my back garden with but a dress and a blanket on to take some magical, wintery photographs (this seemed to make sense to me, uh, I was being artistic). I thought nothing of the fact that, as I was taking these pictures, I happened to drop my house keys into the snow.
Now, this doesn't sound like a big deal, but when the snow is a foot deep, it is.
I consequently lost my keys. At first, I was adamant that I'd find them. I went out often, trawled through the snow; alas, to no avail. I waited for the snow to melt (this took about a month, lawd) and searched again. The ice was too thick.
Now, about two months later... we are reunited (they're a little rusty)!
Ah yes, and I took a couple of outfit photos while I was at it (wearing a little more than last time!).
Definitely loving the Gossip Girl feel to this look. The pictures didn't come out quite so sharp as I realised at the last minute that the camera was on the wrong setting! Infuriating, however not as bad as those times when you find out you have been shooting without a memory card-- been there.
Anyhoo, time to get reading up on Nationalism in the 19th Century! Wee!