We woke up to a storm this morning which is one of my absolute favorite feelings in the world. Few other circumstances make you so acutely aware of “home” and what a comforting feeling it is. It makes it easy to imagine it’s cold outside and there’s nothing better to do than sleep in. After I woke up I had waffles for breakfast on the porch and opened the French doors to the living room. I can’t wait for the real fall to arrive, for weather that merits a sleeve and boots.
We bought several old mirrors at The Rusty Chandelier and an estate sale in the last couple days, and today we started hanging them… I love the way our bedroom is finally beginning to feel more occupied, more complete.