for the past week i've been home in southern california, spending time with family and friends before i jet off to new york. as someone who was born and raised here, you'd think i'd be used to wearing sandals on christmas eve. but i'm not. it's an outrage! oregon and new york have spoiled me with cold weather (and real seasons), so now every time i come home i'm offended to have to trade in my sweaters for tank tops. (california can't tell me what to wear!) this morning my brother and i were driving around town with the windows rolled down and sunglasses on. (sunglasses!!!) everyone here is walking around in shorts and tank tops and sporting very mysterious tans. christmas in california is a strange thing.
to make up for this weirdness, my mom (in the true spirit of christmas) has been trying to trick us into thinking that it's wintertime by keeping her house at a nice, comfortable 35 degrees*. i'm serious - you can't walk around this place without socks on. it's amazing. she has the a fire roaring, christmas music playing, and apples boiling on the stove. as long as we don't look outside, it actually starts to feel like december!
*looking just as fashionable in 1998, only this time in red.
merry christmas! happy new year! and thank you for reading this silly little blog. i am always amazed by the sweet comments that people leave around here. enjoy your holiday! don't work. sleep in. relax. eat all your favorite foods. enjoy that extra cookie. snag yourself a bottle of wine. hang out with your favorite people. be merry!
* my mom would probably like me to reassure you that her house isn't actually 35 degrees. it's 60. but still.