With travel on the brain, (let’s be honest, it’s never off my brain), I wanted to show you some of the cute place we stayed at last month, where we snuggled up near the fire, drank lots of wine (we were smack in the middle of wine country), ate easter eggs, and asked each other Trivial Pursuit questions (which of course I won). It was the sweetest little place with the BEST prints on the walls. I love Victorian-era stuff, so I was frantically googling the artist in case I could buy some. The reading material was first-class (I got stuck in to the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook from the ’60s and a book of New Zealand photography), and we made coffee on the wood stove. I am a first-class fire-maker, and tut at anyone who tries to get involved. Stand back, people. I’ve been doing this since I was eight years old. The weather was frosty, we ate overpriced pizza, and went for drives to beautiful mountains. I forgot every night to put my electric blankets on on time, and saw actual real-life holly for the first time in my life.
I also wondered if our landlord would let us get a cow.