One week and counting until my everyday landscape is characterized more by glowing lights, enclosed green spaces, and long stretches of sidewalk than sparkling coastlines, sun-soaked beaches, and rolling green lawns. In other words, (specifically those of Frankie) in one week start spreading the news…
Currently at the eye doctor’s pondering a specific feeling that SBK and I have expounded upon at length: sometimes it can be a blessing to see things out-of-focus. If you need glasses for distance, the sharp features of Christmas lights become large, blurry glowing orbs instead. When you take your contacts out, the world becomes softer and less complicated to the eye. It’s really rather relaxing.
Happy Valentine’s dayy!
Our foyer, Christmas 2009.
Décor credit: Mommy
I love the feeling of when it snows out and the only major light you have on inside are the small candle lights glowing in the windows. And it’s warm and quiet and soft, except for the gentle jazzy christmas music echoing in the background. The house is shadowy and golden and the floors are warm, with counters cleared. Furniture has been rearranged to account for the occurrence of a tree. And the smell is something of its own, spiced and sweet, sugary and crisp like snow, and earthy evergreen.