Late Fall Textures

Thanksgiving means coming home to my Gram’s house to enjoy family, a woodstove fire, and the most delicious turkey this side of the world. I find myself happy, warm, and possibly with wine glass in hand on my favorite peice of land. Here are a few textures from this little peice of heaven.

Sunday Textures

It is raining. Like usual. As much I need to get used to the gray and stormy after 5 years of living in Western Washington, I just can’t quite settle into it.¬† Today was spent cleaning up the house. We will be headed to the East Coast this week amongst our normal oh-so-important day job obligations, so we will not have time to keep it up. Mid-mop, I decided that the textures around the house are really inspiring and can make an outside dreary day pretty cozy inside. (Or maybe it is the apple spice candle…)

Thankful

Every year I get to spend Thanksgiving with my family, and more specifically  my Grandmother. She is my favorite person in the world. The older I get, the more I appreciate her.  This year was a different mix of family and friends. It was a change, but was wonderful.