Cold hands, warm heart. Puts an entirely new meaning to that phrase when you're waking up to extreme Arctic temperatures and then too, frozen tundra as far as the eye can see. Except in the hand made shop. It's cozy, warm and relaxing inside and I have oodles of things to do. It's a drag though, the cold. I'd never make it in Alaska.
Heart savon. I could not resist.
New Wee-One's soap packets. Tiny little bars wrapped for gift giving or traveling.
We've been cooking crockery meals and soups. So when I come home at night the house smells of food cooking. I always like that.
The shop kitties have a big dose of cabin fever. They're playing hide and seek and batting each other and then hissing more chasing and hiding. They look at me as though it's my fault. Why did you make it so cold? That's what they're saying when they meow at me. I'm sure of it.
Enjoy caring and sharing days.
Warmly and I mean that literally...
Jill 00