On weekends Blake and I like to plan an activity that gets us out of the house, even if just for a few hours. It’s easy for us to fall into a pattern of heading straight home after work during the week (we’re extremely lucky that we’re able to carpool to work together) and stay in for the rest of the night while we cook dinner, do house chores, and settle down to blog work (for me) and car projects (for him), so we always make a point to get out of the house for a bit on the weekend.
Last Sunday we decided it’d been too long since our last visit to the gun range, so after running a few shopping errands, we stopped at Freddy’s to fill our bellies before shooting and headed out to Red’s for some target practice. I wore this black down feather MICHAEL Michael Kors coat that Blake surprised me with as a ‘stand-in’ Christmas gift. [My real Christmas gift is a vanity corner in our bedroom that he’s helping me put together, but since it’s an ongoing project that involves painting our entire bedroom and custom-making some copper pendant lighting for me, he decided to get this coat after noticing that I had my eye on it.] Equal parts practical, comfy, warm, and stylish, I’ve seriously worn this coat more than any I own; it’s become my go-to any time I need to throw something on for an errand, and looks just as good dressed up with skinny jeans and a pair of pumps (and it’s on sale for 60% off right now!) I put it over a simple white cotton v-neck tee, destroyed jeans, and these boots from Target that I’ve worn all winter since I wanted to look casual and appropriate for a day spent shooting guns.
After we had our fill of the range, we left with sore palms and the smell of gunpowder on our clothes to take the scenic drive back home. The days this winter have been so beautiful, sunny, and mild that we stopped at a trail along Brushy Creek to make the most of the afternoon before the sun went down. We hiked around for a bit and then Blake tried to teach me how to skip rocks on the river, something I’ve never been very good at.
Blake did his best to teach me his skipping skills, but we mostly just cracked up at how easily I dunked them without any finesse. We skipped and laughed the sun below the horizon before calling it a perfect Sunday and heading back home.
What are some winter activities you like to do to break the cabin fever?
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