I am at that point. The point in winter where I begin to feel genuinely sad for my friends in northern climes. I don't know how you do it. You are all stronger than I. It is cold here. Legitimately cold. It's been well below 30 degrees for many days, and I am totally over it. The forecast predicts that it won't be above freezing until next Monday. Now, I know that those of you in New York and Massachusetts are faring much worse, but I've got thin Southern blood. Anyway, inspired by Hygge House, I'm going to try to concentrate on the good things about winter.
M just got new slippers. I swear he's a happier person now. I am actually expecting my new slippers this week. M bought me LL Bean's wicked good clogs a couple of Christmases ago, but I snagged the toe on something, and now there is a gaping hole that lets all my warmth right out. So, warm slippers. That's something nice about winter. Warm robes also make the list. Mr. Feathernester constantly makes fun of the fact that I stay wrapped in a big fleece robe most of the time. At least I'm warm.
Winter makes me appreciate the warmth of coffee and tea. Really, truly appreciate it.
I am also loving our new stovetop steamer. It seems so much nicer than plugging in a humidifier.
I am appreciating warm, comforting foods the way that you just can't in the warmer months. That's about it. It's easy to see why so many people bulk up in winter. It's hard to munch on cool fruits and veggies when you really want something warm and satiating. Something like chocolate bread pudding. Not that I want any. Really. Who am I kidding? I'd love a big bowl of chocolate bread pudding right now.
Oh, I almost forgot. I thought of another bad habit to break, but this one's a doozy. I'm going to try to stop biting my nails. I know I can do it because I stop all the time...for special occasions. Isn't that funny? If I have a wedding or event to attend, I'll quit biting my nails, but as soon as I get in the car on the way home, my fingers go straight to my mouth. I know it's disgusting, but I've been biting my nails for as long as I can remember. So, anyway, I'm giving that one a try. You have my permission to smack my hands out of my mouth if you catch me. Or you could just nicely ask me to stop my revolting habit instead of hitting me. Your call.