Over the weekend we went to the Christmas market in Belfast and the night rain turned to sleet numbing our toes and making it feel like Christmas. As cold as it was, there's hardly a more seasonally appropriate sight than snow drifting down on twinkle lights and your breath forming clouds in the air while bells chime in the distance. We indulged in the food stalls in the market, finishing off with hot chocolate and mulled wine--comfort food and drinks in an attempt to keep ourselves thawed. It was a fun night, but since then I've been wanting to wear only the coziest clothes. It only takes a few minutes to get chilled, but sometimes it seems like hours until you feel warm again! So on goes a well worn-in pair of jeans, a new tee that's so soft it already feels lived in and the warmest coat in my closet. If it decides to snow again--I'm ready!
*pictures by Thomas*