Brrr. That is all I felt this morning. The thermostat was loose on the wall and so my heater shut off last night. The house sat at a cool 60 degrees- it is finally warming up, but slowly.
Due to my foul mood (I couldn't tear myself away from the news yesterday, just watching Egypt unravel before my eyes) and the foul temperature, yes, it was 7 degrees when I dropped off my teen at early morning seminary, I am escaping in photos.
The following are from the iVillage photo board by Mary Kate Frank.
It was probably warmer than 60 degrees in this lovely bedroom upon waking
and if it wasn't how about a soak in a hot bath in here
In my escape I read and create in these rooms
I wish I had the power of Mary Poppins to just jump right into these
romantic rooms this February.
And for my Style app picture of day how about some - Ralph Lauren- I love this
and now back to the reality of the morning and the comforts I actually have
my cheapy knock off warm boots which work great without socks, by the way
(I slip these on every morning upon climbing out of bed and they stay on until I am dressed for the day. It is my solace for getting out of my warm covers.)
my morning jolt, since a Diet Coke just seems wrong before 9:00 am