While photographing Kelsey in my Grandma’s vintage 1942 wedding dress this past summer, we talked about her also wearing both of my Grandmother’s fur coats. But wearing a fur coat in the summer doesn’t really work so we decided we’d wait for the winter when she came back to town. Vintage fur coats in the beautiful snow covered mountains. Soft falling snow. I had it all planned in my head. But then, for the first time in as long as anyone can remember, we had no snow.
I decided to go ahead with it anyway (with bear spray) and instead just have fun with it. Kyra came, too, for some Grad photos. And in the dead of winter in the Canadian Rocky Mountains, the girls wore sundresses and tank tops to model my Grandma’s beaver coat and my Oma’s Persian lamb coat. I guess there’s always next year.