Snow fell here in Montreal last week; honest-to-goodness big, wet flakes of beautiful snow. Lovely to behold, but somewhat horrifying to consider. If it starts snowing in October, that means winter could last as long as seven months, as opposed to its usual 5-6 month stranglehold. I actually love winter for the first three months or so, but then the love turns to tolerance, which soon sours to frustration , and then finall I start to weep on the inside. So, as you can see, I have rather complicated feelings about those pretty little flakes. It's been quite cold and grey this past week, and I'm preoccupied with keeping warm; double-socks with slippers, scarves on inside the house. It doesn't seem fair to make the dolls suffer their usual little bare arms, so I've given a few little sleeved capelets to wear. They look so cute, I'm thinking I need a few for myself...
Some are still naked and bald, the poor dears, so I'm busily chopping up old, holey sweaters and giving them new life as doll-warmers.
The cats, however, seem to have this whole business of keeping warm all figured out. Here they are, all three, in a sweet kitten heap.
As I write the, the Mr. l'Orange is firmly planted under my chin. He thinks it's time to stop writing!