Tomorrow is Friday Favorites, and next week I'm going to get back to the history of jewelry (some really fascinating stuff on slashed gloves), but today is a free day.
So, I've made it clear many times before that winter is not my favorite season. The static, the cold, the chills that nestle deep into your bones and won't budge until April. The dark mornings and darker evenings.
Living near the beach adds a whole other dimension of agony to winter: the wind. Yeah, sure, I hear you: it's windy by you too. That's nothing, nothing compared to the type of wind that blows through a beach town. It's a force, so strong that three or four times a week, as I round the corner to our entryway, I feel as though I'll be pushed over.
But the great thing? The one perfect thing that I will miss terribly when we move?
Man, those surfers are crazy.