A few weeks ago I spent the afternoon with my dear friend Christi of Woven Magazine baking and shooting in our beautiful, hand sewn linen dresses from Pyne and Smith. We worked in my tiny, freezing kitchen, struggling with too-cold buttercream and laughing as I tried every trick in the book to get this little cake iced. We packed up and headed east over Lake Washington and toward the pass as hills began to stack into mountains. The snow deepened and we found ourselves on the far side of a frozen lake down a country road. Just then, as if on cue, snow began to fall and simple, lovingly handmade elements became something almost alchemistic….