Thursday, January 26, 2012
no place like home
last January. And the lights- well, you know- they're just hard to put away. I think that white lights are in order for any months during which it gets dark before 6pm.
I moved my sewing station all the way upstairs, only to move it down again a few months later. This winter, what do you think I've been dreaming about? Moving everything back upstairs, of course. It's a good thing Steve is a patient man. I certainly can't move all that furniture by myself.
Today I am happy to be home, making soup. It's potato leek and we're all properly excited.