Cold Wind, Warm Fire

As The Cold Wind Blows- Troy Nichols 

As the cold wind blows

I smile and laugh

As the cold wind blows

Im warm and safe

As the cold wind blows

The fire inside is hot

As the cold wind blows

My love is not for naught

As the cold wind blows

My love keeps me warm

As the cold wind blows

I feel only this love

Warming me making me

The man I am today

As the cold wind blows

I know soon this cold wind will blow away. 

 I decided it was a good night to stay inside, as I sat by the fire listening to the howling wind. My warm soup offered some comfort and security from the elements making their presence known just feet away. Too often, I take this option for granted. I realize that this option is rare for most, but something I find myself considering less than often. It seemed like a good night to get some Christmas gifts made. As I put on a pot of coffee, Christmas tunes, and my tie dye apron, I got to work. On the list of things to make were tea, candles, a wine stopper, herbal bath salts, and some tie dyed dish towels. Below are some pictures of the finished products. As the elf role wore off, I realized that we were out of milk. One of the joys of living in the fan district of Richmond is that there are a handful of markets within walking distance. Grabbing a down jacket from the closet and lacing up my boots, I prepared for the short but cold trek to the nearby Strawberry Street market.

As the walk progressed, I got a glimpse of how blistery the conditions would be for the morning hunt Dawson and I would be going on just hours away. Hope you enjoy the pictures from an evening of craft making on a cozy evening.