Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Winter White



Growing up in the South, I have seen only a handful of snowstorms and even then, what we consider a serious snowfall is probably a small nuisance to most. So whenever my husband suggests a ski trip, I laugh. We don't have the gear or the clothing, and when I peer into my crystal ball I can predict with certainty a trip to the emergency room after a day on the slopes.

But if this were the destination, perhaps I'd reconsider. Pretty amazing, no?


{images via Erik Olsson}

7 comments:

Alexis said...

Yup--and I really want the wool blankets from the beds!

M said...

That's AMAZING, it looks like something out of a James Bond movie!

paula said...

Oh yes please, I want to go with my hunny.

Raina said...

Girlfriend, tell your hub that Jews don't ski. We eat, we read, and we complain.

So a trip to New York is in order. Go to the Assouline and Rizzoli bookshops, grab some nosh at Katz's, and bitch about the traffic and crazy high prices.

erin@designcrisis said...

Jews don't ski? Well, I guess I don't exercise, per se. Skiing is how I trick myself into exercising. So, working out is pretty much an annual event.

nkp said...

That's what I said Raina! Too cold, too much exercise, yada yada yada!!!

Luckily, New York is already on schedule for June, although it will be too damn hot, but worth it!
Gotta love all those cousins in Brooklyn on my Hub's side. Another wedding in my most favorite city.

Raina said...

Erin, you have Jewish blood in your veins.