I want to go to there. But I am not there. I'm in my head, in my worries, in my knotted belly, braced for what's next. (Hospice for Grandma.)
Cozy hats? Who likes cozy hats? One last comfy winter thing and then on with Spring! This was a gift to Bu in a package stuffed full of wonders from Marianne. I steal it a lot. It's kind of mine now. Evil laugh, etc.