Tuesday, March 19, 2013

For the love of home

March is such an unpredictable month... at least, that's how it is around here. I don't like March. March is a teaser. It promises you flowers and sunshine and warmth and balmy breezes one day... it let you believe for a while that the long winter days are over, but then the wheels turn back from one night to the next and you wake up again to frost clumps growing on my eyelashes and eyebrows; breath billowing white... And again, it is frozen creeks, and freezing cold river waters... but the worse of it all, oh the worse, it is always the wind; freezing howling winds—the holy language of March.   The March winds... as much as I try, my soul would not befriend them.

So... temperatures dropping, and super cool hazy mornings have brought me back inside again... what to do? Ah, cleaning, arranging, re-arranging furniture and things around; loving this flip flopping of furniture arrangements, and house playing time, of course...






Would I ever be perfectly happy with the way my rooms look? I am! For now at least... loving my new wallpapered room...



I took down the big mirror I had originally placed on this wall and hung up these instead... a cute little frame and a much larger frame... you can see more of the wallpaper now... love it





Oh my darlings, I cannot begin to tell you just how much I love being a housewife! "Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration" ~Charles Dickens