As for the snow, the weatherman was possibly correct this time. Possibly, but I still have my doubts of a foot of snow. We shall know in the morning, I suppose. It started this afternoon and is still going, sticking pretty well, and by the time we were on our way home, the roads were covered. It was so beautiful falling lightly to the ground, and I love the feeling of the snowflakes getting caught in my hair and eyelashes. Isn't that the coolest thing ever?
As we drove all over the county today, we saw so many beautiful old houses. I've made up my mind that I don't believe I could ever live in a new house. I don't care if everything works like it's supposed to and there are no creaks or cracks or imperfections. I could not stand to live in a new house. I can only find beauty in old things, and when I have a house of my own, it must be old. It must have imperfections and old doors and squeaky floors and doorknobs and character. I especially love old farmhouses, with orchards and little outbuildings and big porches. A house must have a large porch. Preferably with a swing. =)
I won't mind being snowed in this weekend. I have a lot of sewing to finish before Christmas. Bing Crosby is calling.
Until next time,
Kristin (missvintagegirl)
Isn't it a great feeling to know your hard work paid off? I love the feeling of snow landing in my hair and lashes...and on my tongue! :)
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