George Winston's piano album, December, is some of my most treasured music. Each note is burned into my heart, inextricably entwined with a thousand memories to become the soundtrack of my childhood.
Winston's Carol of the Bells was playing over and over in my mind as I went for a walk the other day, each note searing my consciousness as clear and crystal-cold as the air itself. It was the perfect winter day, the almost bare fields lending an atmosphere of surreal magic by their freedom from the snow which should have shrouded them in a still blanket of white. All the mountains surrounding had sparkling frost-tipped trees, looking like some sort of sugar sprinkled confection. The air - gray, bitterly cold, and completely still - seemed to be laden with this music.
Start the player above while you read to hear the soundtrack of this beautiful December walk.
Wool Jacket - a hand-me-down which I embroidered tiny yellow rosebuds on
Denim skirt - thrifted with added ruffle by me
Hunter boots - St. Bernard Sports
Green scarf - hand crocheted by Wool and Whatnot
Velvet headband - Eve's Leaves, a small local shop
Vintage driving gloves - my Grandmother's
Oh, you beautiful Hunter boots. I adore you. =) The wool headband in the last two pictures was created from a shrunken sweater - two strips sewn together and embroidered on with yarn. I love these wool headbands because I as usually have my (massive:) hair up, most winter hats won't fit on my head. This headband fits right underneath my hair, while still keeping my ears nice and toasty! (Not to mention, they look oh so cute...)
Thinking about offering them in the shop. What do you think? Would/do you wear one? I'd love some feedback!