headband: c/o Just Lovely Things // sweater: old American Eagle // top: Target // skirt: hand-me-down // boots: Wanted
There's different kind of gorgeous scenery-- there's the awe-inspiring views of mountains, oceans, cliffs or deserts. And then there's the mossy, damp beauty of a western Washington in winter.
My husband's parents live south of Tacoma in the city of Lakewood and every year we drive the hour or so down (depending on traffic) to spend part of Christmas with them.
One of my favorite parts of visiting is going to Fort Steilacoom. The park is popular but its size can make parts of it feel secluded. On Christmas Eve, the on and off rain made it so we nearly had the place to ourselves.
The rising mist and fog partnered with the abandoned barns gave the park an eerie, almost mystic feeling. Am I the only one who loves rundown barns? Something about the history- the idea of what was once there- it makes me want to write a poem, or something.
But don't worry, I won't be torturing you with one anytime soon.