it's not the heat, it's the humidity

*posting tonight on location in waycross, georgia. we spent christmas in waycross, my husband's hometown. normally, christmas here means a 65 degree average, which is absolutely awesome in my opinion. this year was quite the exception with a high today of 38, plus humidity that cuts straight through you. which can kill southerners. you should have seen my husband when we lived in kansas city. every day of winter he was at death's door.  humidity makes all the difference.
anywhoo, i was really cold in these pictures. and it was windy. and that's the weather report from the okefenokee swamp, land of trembing earth.

ps- that's spanish moss hanging from the trees behind me. when my dad visited us whilst we lived in savannah, georgia he couldn't figure out what was all over the trees. it's spooky, ghostly spanish moss. it reaches out and tries to grab your soul. i made that last part up. but it's creepy. especially in summer when it's still hot and sticky and 85 at midnight and then a muggy, sultry breeze blows by your bare ankles and you know that something is wafting out of the trees trying to get you. true story.

ruffled blouse- tjmaxx

sweater- gap

skirt- target

houndstooth tights- wal*mart

heels- jessica simpson