There's a storm brewing outside. My normally overly bright house is nearly as dark as night, and it's just gonna get uglier as the day goes on. Or as Phil said on Groundhog Day:
"You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life."
So you know how I feel about winter. But serious, I'm trying really hard to embrace this entire season this go around. After all, it is nearly half my life, unless I want to move. And I ain't moving. Because nobody would buy this house after all the jacked up crap I've done to it, so we're in it for life.
So I'm embracing the word "snuggly". It's my new word. I've got some warm 'n fuzzy socks, the fireplace is firing, the hot chocolate mugs are accessible, blankets are everywhere, and I'm going to get over my totally strange aversion to long sleeve shirts. It's all about tight things around my forearms.
It's strange. Seriously. Who else gives a poo if there's clothing around the forearms/wrists? Raise your hand. I'm the only one. It just bugs me. It itches. Sleeves get wet when I do the dishes. And then I'm always pushing my shirt sleeves up and they get all stretched out and floppy and I have issues.
So anywho-- to the point at hand--
tell me these Snowman Kits from LL Bean aren't adorable. I dare ya.
Hello forced family fun! Total cuteness. I wouldn't say $40 cute, but DIY cute, fo sho.
I was obsessed with making these for a few neighbs with little kids. I couldn't get it out of my head.
And I'm not going to pretend like these are profesh, or nearly as cute as the store bought ones, 'cause they ain't.
In fact, I suck at free-handing anything, and I should never try it again. Ever.
So I freely admit that I'm totally insecure about the quality of all these little pieces I made.
And then I remind myself that they're going to be out in freezing cold weather getting wet and hammered, so. . . ? Why am I so worried, ya know.
Man I hate it when I bare my insecurities.
Oh, it rhymes! It's my first poem. Don't you judge me.
Now I just have to man up and actually deliver them. Maybe I could just attach a disclaimer to the little sacks:
-Likes to cut up lumber.
-Doesn't like to paint.