Winter's first grip

I had such a cozy day yesterday. And tonight with a temperature of only 7 degrees, I hear my propane dollars and kilowatt quarters clinking through all the olden cracks in this house. However, we're safe and warm. My son's health has improved so much by working from home. I have a lot of blessings and I know it...

He hung up a couple of thick comforts to keep the cold drafts at bay. Our bathroom is in a part of the house directly through the door from the heated/AC portion. We have a huge room we need to use more. but the furnace down there (four steps down to what was converted from a garage in the 80's) went kaput! It has a small AC unit I never run... I had lived in that room when I moved here for about 8 years, but after Mom fell on Thanksgiving 4 years ago, I moved up here to be able to hear her better... and I liked being in the hub of the home too well to go back down.

I can see in these pictures my vision of rolled towels has run amuck. Shocker. I don't think it looks at all spa-like or elegant... just rather wild and barely contained. Hmmmm.... Pinterest, you clever vixen... lol

I snapped my Callie atop the winter white harvest cupboard this morning. Think she was checking my work, seeing if she approved. She definitely loves this afghan made many years ago for my son. I remember last year when my son saved it from the North House, she homesteaded it for weeks. I washed the piece and stashed it in my steamer trunk through the warmer months, so each crocheted row is such a long lost and welcome buddy to her...

Talk soon.






Whimsy and Hugs!