After watching hours on end of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks on Netflix, I’ve got a bad case of cabin fever — and no, I don’t mean the irritable, restless kind. I mean I am intensely in to all things alpine right now, from these anonymous ism deer socks from j. crew to this fair isle sweater by native youth. In a few weeks I’ll be hitting the slopes with a group of friends in Taos, and until then I’ll be dreaming of stone fireplaces and woolrich blankets… Wouldn’t it be wonderful to spend Christmas eve tucked inside a mountain cabin with snow falling outside? Oh, and by the way my dream cabin is sans cheesy decor — it has antique rugs, a library full of books, and a dark green velvet sofa on which I’d cozy up by the fire, pour myself a glass of red wine, and finally finish Twin Peaks.
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