Thursday, November 5, 2015

Nimbostratus at the Homestead

Katie Rose, here.

This summer, we took a family trip to this ridiculous resort in the Virginia mountains called The Homestead. I don't know why it's called the Homestead. It doesn't look like anyone's "home." It looks like a giant brick rambling monstrosity. [That look on my face? That's me thinking, "I can't believe this place. It's ridic."]

Don't believe me? Here's the lobby:

Don't ask me where all the people are. They're probably all off falconing or something. We were there for work. This just isn't a place we'd be able to hang at for funsies. But that doesn't mean I didn't take advantage of the lovely grounds. Oh, the grounds. There were just so many grounds.

Since we were in the mountains, I knew it might get chilly in the evenings. Therefore, I brought a shawl along, my Nimbostratus. That's the point of this blog post, really. To show you my Nimbostratus doing its job at the Homestead, hanging with shawls much more expensive than it is and still staying classy.

Stay classy, Nimbostratus.

Awesome asymmetrical dress via Meg Shops.