With the past WEEK of snow, and the chill it brings, all I want to do is curl up by a fireplace (which I don’t have, but Flint does surrounding their bar) and Pinterest (not sure how they would feel about my flannel pj’s and laptop there…) with a giant blanket (which I’m now wearing as a scarf).
This year at Christmas, my nineteen-year-old sister and my mid-twenties self pretended like we weren’t absolutely dying to open a gift early, but conspired to do so anyways. I opened this scarf, and was SO excited on TOO many levels. Kurstyn thought I’d lost my mind… much like my twenty-second birthday.
Feelin’ 22? I was apparently feeling closer to forty-five. The only thing I really wanted? A crock pot. My sister was mortified. Clearly, she doesn’t remember where her favorite chicken tacos are cooked… Someday she will be twenty-two and soon she’ll understand that when it snows, there are three things you can depend on – Hunter boots to keep your feet dry, a blanket scarf to stay warm, and a crock pot to fill your body with home-cooked happiness.