Tonight let taxes wide open, beyond the glass to keep me company there is the tinkle of the Snow that "crying" about the gutters, poor dear, it is sad , few have appreciated, so now he confides in me, I have understood!
between the sheets are still cold, the room smells of chocolate on the bedside table awaits me a mug of sweet Ciobar, a cuddle before bed ...
In afternoon I photographed, walked and meditated, Santa has been generous, a walk in the park with no commitment seems like a perfect gift, I was a hermit in humidity, protected from the moss and the loud noise of silence, broken only by my feet, Everything was magic, solitude is a precious gift ... sometimes
Pleased I show the sock, I finished the SAL from my "twin sister by choice," is pretty true?
Linen acciderba not known, but is deliberately faded to shades of coffee, is spongy to the touch thanks all'ovattina subtle colors and the back of a scozzesino yulesco ... what a joy, after months of stages yesterday made its way by relying on my trusty Singer.
filled by coal or chocolates ... mmm ... maybe I will receive carbon sugar because I was "good-complex"!
My beloved Jane Austen deserved such an undertaking!
