slightly rumpled because it's impossible to iron a corduroy duvet cover or to tumble it wrinkle free in the dryer (i tried)
Saying that winter is cold in Wisconsin is (under)stating the obvious. While this time of year I'm prone to massive fits of self-questioning (why did you leave the sunny south?) and checking the weather where I used to live in Alabama and Georgia, I still feel the strange magic of this harsh Midwestern landscape running through my veins. And, mornings, when the dim light of another (likely) cloudy day filters in the cracks of my light blocking shades, I snuggle deeper into the warm, soft layers of my bed and luxuriate. I am home.
There's nothing quite like the comfort of a cozy bed. What a picture you've painted!
ReplyDeletethanks, pamela:)
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