Dealing with my old adversary, anxiety, today. Grrrr. 

So much easier if I knew where it was coming from. 

I have many friends with anxiety issues. 

Once you are vulnerable about it, others are. 

My brighter kitchen is looking good.

I'm painting behind countertop appliances today.

 

The colour on the left is the old pale brown which my hubby called The Institutional Look.

The right side is the new creamy colour. MUCH warmer and more to my taste. 

Let's hope home buyers think the same.

And yes, that is a hooking mug in the back. 

I got it in a gift exchange and it reads: "Hookers Do it With One Hand."

 Don't know where it came from originally, but my kind of humour.

(That is a little fringe-y).

It's -12F outside and windy. 

Brrrrrr. 

All four of my cheeks froze on the morning dog walk.

Here is the scene currently out my window

 

The frost patterns are like little delicate feathers.

Or miniature fir trees.

Whenever I see frost on a window I recall Little House in the Big Woods. 

Laura and Mary take thimbles and make etchings in the frost. 

Can you imagine how cold their homes must have been? 

How uneven any heat distribution from the fire?

A historian told me that a woman in a mid-1800s kitchen would often find the back of her skirt singed from the heat of the fireplace whilst a rag in her hand would be frozen solid. 

Hubby managed to free my cutter blade, so I switched it from

a 6 cut to an 8. Bliss. 

Seven and eight cuts seem to be in

my comfort zone.

I'll leave you with eye candy for your day. 

This dresser scarf has been christened with tea and cat hairs.

I firmly believe in a well-lived-in-home.

This is by a local weaver. We have such talented artisans here in New Brunswick.

I purchase it four years ago and her 

prices have doubled since then- honestly more to what they should be. 

"In the depth of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer."

                                                                                         Albert Camus