Nope, there's not a single flake falling from our southern skies.
So, today while dusting and straightening I decided to seek out a few snowy touches to be found indoors.
This little snowy watercolor called out to me while perusing an antique shop last year. Something so peaceful about that little church nestled along the snowy riverbank. Of course the yellow, blue and white color combo helped to cinch the deal :-).
The little bird was found at the Habitat ReStore and the wee pine cone picked up on a recent walk.
A pleasing little vignette sitting right outside the powder room.
This isn't really snowy at all except the blue/white combo reminds me a bit of what the landscape would look like if it were covered in snow and the sky was sparkling blue.
While we're here in the dining room, I have a question for you.
Do you keep a dining table set even if no company is coming to dine?
I usually don't. However, this year after Christmas the long dining table seemed rather bare. So just for fun I started playing with linens and dishes.
The runner makes me think of delicate snowflakes.
Sometimes I light the candle in the evenings just to cozy things up around here.
Snow can be found in the bedroom on this pretty candleholder.
This was a thrift shop find. A Lenox piece and one that I was happy to bring home. It adds a touch of winter warmth and I think the candlelight looks so pretty through the little prism.
When our house was being built I envisioned two chairs and a table by the windows. A place for Brett and I to find quiet respite from the raising of two teenage boys. In our 15 years here we have sat here together maybe 4 times. I'm not sure Brett's on the same page with the "quiet respiting" :D.
I, on the other hand, have no trouble finding reasons to respite.
In fact I've already laid claim to that sunny seat for a little afternoon reading with a mug filled with something warm.
We may not have real snow, but it is cold.
Already have my reading material picked out.
Do you read Maeve Binchy?
She has been one of my favorite authors for years.
I was so sad to learn that she passed away a few years ago.
On a recent trip to the library I stumbled upon this book.
I thought I had read all of hers by now.
I was especially delighted to know that Chestnut Street has a connection to Minding Frankie which just might be my hands down favorite book she ever wrote. Such a sweet story with such endearing characters.
Well, I guess I'd better stop chasing indoor snowflakes and finish up the housework.
I feel a "respite" coming on.
If you are dealing with real snow, I hope you are staying safe and warm.
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