Today we are talking about the weather and how it’s related to fashion. Blame it on the forecasters, because they dared utter the word blizzard. In my world, blizzard is a four letter word that should be reserved for places like Alaska, the North Pole, and maybe even Canada. (Sorry all you friends just to the North.) I got over the romance of the first
October was weird for me. I blog day-to-day, about life and the stuff that is stuck in my head. October was different. I told stories everyday and wrote about one topic – Living by Faith. Since I tend to be a fly by the seat of my pants kind of blogger, I thought I would hate writing on a specific topic, but I surprised myself.
Hello Monday. Are you sure you only have 24 hours, because my to-do list is really, really long today. I want to do it all, but we’ll see. I would settle for a almost all. Hello Early Fall. I love you. Mostly because I love boots and I can wear my boots every single day if I want. I also love pumpkins and hot drinks
Hello Monday full of work. There’s a lot of noise going on in my basement. It’s a shame I will never see the lovely job FringeMan is doing down there, because I do not go in our basement, under any circumstances. It is that scary. Hello Devil that came in my front door. Since Slippy’s passing, Fringeboy has been on the hunt for a snake.
Good morning Monday! I hope you enjoyed your Mother’s Day. I did. I have the best family ever. My son created an acrostic on the envelope of his card. The hearth of eternal, loving relationship…wow! That’s still making me chuckle. Definitely goes in the “keep forever” box. We began the day with church, a trip to Five Guys for lunch (per my request…I’ve been craving
Fall is making me happy. I hated to see summer leave, but she’s gone, so I had to deal with it. Seasons come and go, right? Turn, Turn, Turn… Fall came and she’s beautiful in all her colors. The leaves are staying on the trees this year and they are turning the most beautiful shades of orange. I wish I had pictures to show you,
There’s something about waking up to crisp air and a house that greets me with a heavy thirteen year old robe and fuzzy slippers that makes me want to clean. It’s a phenomena I cannot explain. Not even in spring do I feel this internal urge to throw everything out and scrub my house with bleach. For me cleaning is a fall thing. The other