Furry, Furrier, Furriest!
Is it furr-y? Fur-rier? Or fur-riest?
I’m going with furrier, with a hint of ‘riest.
I found this at Home Sense in December. It was just so white. Pristine white… to go with all my new white walls.
Why stop now?
I always bring in my indoor/outdoor wicker chairs in the winter. One goes in the living room. One goes in my office. Why? Because they are so super comfy, and I love the neutral grayish tone.
This baby got thrown over the back of the one in the living room. I could have thrown in on the sofa. I could have thrown in on the floor in front of the fireplace. I could have thrown it on our bed.
I threw it on that chair.
And loved it with my whole heart through the month of December and into January.
And then our Burbville neighborhood was blanketed in 20 cm of white this weekend, and I yearn for a pot of bright yellow daffodils.
And a big-ass rainforest mural would look great on the long wall of the living room about now.
As a counterpoint, I’m watching The Good Karma Hospital, which is set in India (filmed in Sri Lanka). Everyone is sweating. It’s eleventy-hundred degrees. And no one, absolutely no one, is wearing a toque of any kind.
And I’m reading the latest in Erin Nicholas’ Boys of the Big Easy series, Getting Off Easy. There’s not so much as a single woolen mitten or artic winter boot in it.
I stand by my choices.
And Monday is in the house.