January is here, with eyes that keenly glow.
A frost mailed warrior
Striding a shadowy steed of snow.
We got a wee little bit of snow this past weekend. Just enough to make it look like January.
I love the first flakes that fall down and land and stay for a little while.
Each one unique.
Each one a tiny work of art, released by God to grace our world.
Even if it is only for a moment or three.
Took me a long time to find. I have commitment issues when it comes to bedding.
It's too dark, or too light, or too long, or too short.
It's too girly, or too manly, or too pink, or too black.
I could not find anything that was just right. Call me Goldilocks.
Then I found this bedding.
It is a perfect blend of girly and manly, for me and the Man.
It looks very old-fashioned.
Like it was pieced together from lots of discarded materials, or old clothing, or well-used bedding.
And the pillows that went with it look like vintage French grain sacks.
I heart my new bedding.
While I was snapping a photo of my new bedding I realized the light was just right.
It's a just right kind of day.
So I made K come in and model for me.
She makes the bedding look so much prettier.
Full of smiles lately.
Her father is suspicious. He thinks she wants something.
I think she is changing back into the lovable girl she was before P-U-B-E-R-T-Y.
Looking out the window.
The light was gorgeous.
That is something I want to get better at this year. Finding the light, as Miz Booshay would say.
Mmmmm, I love my scarves.
Cleaning out a closet this weekend and I came up with an armful of scarves.
Each one has a memory attached to it so I can't part with any of them.
Some I got as gifts, some from our travels, some I made.
How can I part with any of them?
How am I supposed to de-clutter when I can't throw anything out?
It's a good thing this is the year of organization and glitter and not the year of de-cluttering.
Hanging things on the laundry line is much nicer than piling them in a heap at the bottom of the bed.
Even with my new bedding.