survive one more circle around the sun

Morning has broken, and it's always too cold in this house.   Even whilst bundled in wool,cotton,and blankets, I am still far too frozen.  If only I could have a warm bath, and not have to endure the nipping air while drying my body,  I surely would.

My outfits are met with great difficulty at winter's door.  When the frost hits my cheeks, and blossoms them red,  all I want to do is cuddle in furs, legwarmers, and big suede boots.

 "When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure."

I'm eating Christmas oranges and dreaming of December 13. When December 13th knocks on my door, I'll be sipping wine legally, and no longer in the cage of youth.  It'll be my birthday!  

I grew up wishing I was a summer baby.  It was the wish to be born into the warmest of the four temperate seasons. I imagined being barefoot on the moss, chasing butterflies with a net, opening gifts by the flowers

 I  thought of friends at the park, playing tag, painting with chalk,
instead, I've been stuck by icy windows while my cake sits in the snow instead of the freezer

I'm a winter's baby, and I don't mind. I have two Christmas's in one month.  Most years, my birthday is just a birthday. I adore my gifts, and the idea of "me" day, but it's always felt a bit too vain.

This year is different.  I'm reaching my dream age. I'm becoming what I've wanted to be.  My hopes are for celebration of life, growth, and new beginnings!

How shall I celebrate this life, this growth, these new beginnings?..... I'm thinking copious amounts of wine, cheese platters, carrot cake, and good time lovers by my side.

  I have made an oath to myself. No more spending until my birthday arrives..... But Last week, Value village had their 50% off day.

It's the day, this thrift-thirsty girl will never miss.  It's a time where every rack of vintage glory is inexpensive, and irresistible.     As I paraded through the aisles of people, I filled my heart with patience, and filled my cart with beauty.  My cart was fed fancy lace, blazers, knits, hats, shoes, and frocks.    One of the garments I spotted was this brown skirt, and it was $3. 

I'm starry-eyed.

I'm crossing my fingers. I'm signing papers in my mind. "No more shopping until my birthday"..... No matter how beautiful winter catalogs look, or how inspired I am to feed my closet.  No more.

I can wait 20-something days, can't I?

Much love from me-to you

Thanks for reading,

sending sweetness your way~

xoxoxo

-What I'm wearing-

skirt value village $4

blouse value village $2

socks betsey johnson $11

booties the bay $80