Red Hot Picnic Tables

Eric and I were best friends almost from the moment we met (depending on who's story you believe about when we met.) We really hit it off. He was so charming and charismatic (albeit a bit country and a potential guest on What Not to Wear.) He was so easy to get along with. Today, he is more than my husband...he's my partner in crime. Any wacky idea I come up with...he's totally game...and coming up with wackier ideas to make my original idea even better. He goes with the flow when it comes to my blog...obliging me by standing out in the cold taking pictures, making videos about capturing squirrels, and writing the occasional post. We both enjoy good food (much to the detriment of our bank account), we both enjoy going to Ragtag, the independent movie theater in town, we both love fine wine, and now (thankfully) we both love fashion. He spoils me. He'd do anything I asked him to and often does things just to make me happy. He lets me choose the brand of peanut butter. He showers me with compliments every day and makes me feel special on bad days. He truly is the best friend a girl could ask for.

His: He's wearing a red and green flannel shirt from Ralph Lauren, a gray sweatshirt and jeans both from J. Crew and brown Sperry Topsiders.
Hers: She's wearing a gray and white striped shirt from Gap, a gold puffy vest from Gap, gray leggings from New York & Company, yellow Ugg Boots, Ray Ban Wayfarers and a white scarf so old I can't remember where it is from.