It's a record-breaking January, snow-wise, here in New York City. This is the way I like it. Winter should be white (ahem, ok, that is a relative term once snow hits our streets) and cold. It should make one appreciate a warm home, and cocoa, and toasty socks and blankies. And it should be in vast contrast to Summer. Every season has its role, and I prefer them to act accordingly. So, on that note, bring on the blizzardry; it is welcome any ole time, in my book!!
PS: the necklaces in my previous post should hit my Etsy shop in the next day or two!