A bit of embroidery on linen, a bit of velvet on the covers of the last one.
So cold that snow practically screeches as people walk or drive past our window. I ought to go out soon and I'm already wearing my woollen underpants, the kind that instantly reminds you of grannies. I wish it meant keeping warm but I'm afraid nothing helps in this weather as I'm allergic to cold. The sun shines nonetheless. I'd take photos as it's gorgeous outside but I'm worried about my camera freezing. And my fingers too.