Instagram...

...is my newest obssession. I'm late to the party, I know. But such interesting, story-telling, lives-revealing, personality-unfolding, taking-you-outside-of-your-own-world prettiness, in just a few pictures -I'm not following a ton of people, I want it to remain meaningful to me. (By the way, I haven't joined Pinterest yet. I know that by now my grandmother probably has... But to tell you the thruth, I'm absolutely terrified that it will suck me into a inspiration-filled, fluffy, beauuuuutiful fashion/food/craft/home/lifestyle/whatnot  po*n void I really can't afford these days, timewise).

Here are a few of my recent instagrams...

 Commute

Christmas baby (hotel room in Boston)

You have to take pictures when it so rarely happens...

He was the King! (Actually, this 'galette' slice was supposed to be mine, but when I saw the trinket peeking out I subtly changed it with his)

Arriving into the frozen city (it was -20 C that morning...)

Overworked, underpaid

The Windsor station, where I had just left my car