Even if I am a little tainted by the short story 'The Yellow Wallpaper' I still am interested in wallpaper - the new kind, not the kind that makes me think of my mom spending hours steaming and scraping off strips in the house I grew up in.
This pattern is pretty - a bit busy but I love the colour.
I feel disheartened with the way the world has changed until I need to blow dry my hair, use the navigation in my truck, order something on the internet, get an email that I've been waiting 2 days for or the battery for my mobile dies.
This morning I woke up to rain. Dark, cold, wet to your bones rain. Rain that makes everything feel damp, like the ocean spitting on you when your on a boat and the only thing that will warm you up and dry you out is a fire crackling in the hearth.
I love fall... those crisp, cold days where you can see your breath and you have to bundle up with a scarf and a touque and a warm woolen coat and when you're hacking your horse she's looking like a fire-breathing dragon.
But not today, today was one of those days you put on your rubber boots and your rain jacket and you embrace the weather because it will prevail.