someone is always losing

I dropped my bags on the floor of my bedroom when I waltzed in the door last night. I opened all (four) of my windows and pulled out my comforter. I haven't been able to sleep in days- either because I wasn't at home or because my blankets were too light. I forgot how much I love being completely wrapped up in weighted warmth. My mother has always teased me for my desire to be in hot heavy wool blankets, but there's a reason "security" prefaces blanket. I feel really good.

 Here are some things I want your eyes to enjoy:

(laundry day)

(my tool shed and clothing rack)

(my mom the hottie as me before me)

Remember kids, life is good.