Imagine my surprise when, out my studio window, snow flurries were dancing about. I love snow.
Having grown up near the Tahoe ski resorts in California, I developed a healthy appreciation of all that the white stuff has to offer - including those candle-lit nights without power, an afternoon spent sledding, a warm mug of cider, and curling up in a blanket with a good book.
So what did I feel pulled to do, to celebrate my first snowfall in North Carolina? A hot chocolate? An afternoon knitting?
Nope.
A trip to my local Ben and Jerry's for a different kind of frozen.
Logical, right? I was the only one there. The service was fast.
The baby made me do it, okay?
