Today while strolling through the Gold Coast, I used my phone to take a photo of a Christmas tree through the window of a complete stranger’s home. Surprisingly, I was not arrested.
My excuse? It’s Christmas! And it’s getting to me. It’s the time of year when I just can’t resist anything sparkling, the smell of pine, and the crooning of Bing Crosby. The air is refreshingly crisp, Starbucks drinks taste of gingerbread and peppermint, and all of the tiny dogs I pass are wearing plaid sweaters with mini matching booties. It makes me happy.
Because of this, my Instagram photos of late have been overwhelmingly Christmas-themed. (This is of course in addition to the year-round themes of “Gatsby” and “alcoholic drinks I drink.”)
Pretty paper
“But officer, look at that tree!”
All Bing, all the time
Tongue paper cuts from stamp-licking are a very real thing
The little hipster
Still sleeps with his teddy bear
Treat yo’ self
Indoor ‘smores (‘smore what?)
Beer flight
Night lights
“Good news! I saw a dog today.”
So that’s what I’ve been up to lately. Not looking forward to January. Christmas detox can be quite painful.
Carlie Crash 