… a mug of chai tea with brown sugar on a crisp, cool, November afternoon.
… opening the mailbox to find a beautiful mossy green hand-knitted beret from a dear friend, and putting it on right there in the street, and grinning cuz it’s perfect.
… wearing your husband’s socks because he’s away, and his fluffy cotton socks make your feet feel warm and happy.
… fingers that are gluey from doing collage art and feeling like a seven-year-old for an hour.
I hope your skin isn’t bothering you as much now, Melissa. Having had poison ivy a bunch of times and general allergies to just about everything to boot, I’m well aware of how miserable itchy skin can be.
You might think about buying a pair or two of fleece socks. They’re heavenly!
I was thinking of my wearing my husband’s socks too because he will be gone for 2 weeks and I will cuddle in front of the tv with my blanket!
Here via Michele’s, have a happy day :)
Yes. Those are perfect!
Thanks for the Attaboy over at Thumper’s blog, Melissa.
life’s little offshoots are enjoyable aren’t they?
Happiness is, I think, having a woman that will wear your socks when you’re away and will hug you when you come back.