Saturdays are for . . .
It was 12 degrees F when I woke up this morning. (Seriously? Already?)
When I was a little girl, my mom had pilgrim candles just like these. I loved them! I thought they were just the cutest things. Sometimes, I would sneak them in to play with my Liddle Kiddles, and sometimes my mom let me get away with it. Over the years, the pilgrim candles took a bit of a beating (those Kiddles being a rough crowd and all), and I'm pretty sure my mom just tossed them at some point. A few years ago, I found these reproduction pilgrim candles in some catalog, and the Nostalgia Wave washed over me. Now, I'm really excited to get them out each November. (No one else in my household is enamored of them. But for me, they just bring a warm, cozy feeling.)
There is MUCH Dog Joy in our back yard. (Jenny and JoJo love frolicking in the snow, so they're having a grand time out there!)