Apparently, winter decided she is tired of playing nice.
Our heater doesn’t really work, so we’re subsisting on space heaters. We went to Lowe’s this week and bought two more (They were on clearance. Score!). I’m fine without the heater, as long as I am warm in the areas where I spend most of my time.
However, walking into the rest of the house feels like stumbling into an ice storm. When I wake up to get my morning coffee and push aside the curtains to walk out of our room, my bleary eyes are forced open by the rush of cold air attempting to push its way into the warmth of our room.
You may not have guessed from the pictures of our house, but we live in an Igloo.
Case in point, observe the picture below.
The dish soap on the left is the one that was left in that spot near the kitchen window; the one on the right was tucked in a cupboard. If you hadn’t guessed, the one on the right is what the dish soap should look like. Apparently, it got cold enough in the house to partially freeze my dish soap.
Today, I’m confining myself to my sewing room and drinking more than my share of warm coffee and tea. I’ll take any excuse to drink more coffee.