At our local health food store on Saturday, I chatted with a woman in line who was a cancer survivor. She had the most positive attitude about life and her aura (yes, corny as it sounds) really rubbed off on me, at least for the afternoon. She was savoring the warm, freshly pressed (?) peanut butter that the Mennonite woman had made for her in the back of the store and telling me how she brings her own glass jar in every time she needs pb. They normally sell it in plastic tubs, but when she was being treated for cancer the doctor told her to immediately put all items in glass or plastic (BPA fears and stuff like that). That's when she started bringing jars for peanut butter, and the women had no problem filling it up. I liked how she was cradling that jar and smiling with the warmth of good, fresh peanut butter in her hands.
One other thing that she said that struck me was when she told the cashier that she was so pleased to finally have a real winter to enjoy. While I've been walking around with a gray storm cloud over my head, cursing our cold house and solitary confinement, I really should be more thankful about the fact that we've had snow, beautiful snow, on the ground for a while now. After all, I tend to try and recall what a cold snowy day feels like in the midst of a summer heat wave (truly, summer humidity is by far worse than winter).
On another note, I spruced up our front door recently. It was wearing a Christmas berry wreath, which of course is appropriate for winter, but I was getting tired of it. I found a roll of sheer fabric with a Queen Anne's lace-ish (or Cow Parsley, for that matter) pattern on it for $.99 in the Ikea "As-Is" department (LOVE that section of the store) so I tacked it up on the inside. Then I added the book wreath that I can never stop mentioning here, because I was bored of looking at it on my wall, and here you go.
I love the neutral colors and the simplicity of it. I also like how the light peeks through the silhouette of the flower. I imagine that people walking by at night are warmed by the image of that glowing Queen Anne's Lace. Sorry about the rambling post with lack of photos to get you through those chunks of text that I so detest.