I have this incessant need for coziness.  I don’t know if it’s age or motherhood or just the fact that Michigan is freaking cold from October until May, but I crave flannel like it’s chocolate once the cold air hits. Everything I come in contact with needs to feel soft. I’d walk around with kittens in my pockets if I could.

Come late October, each bed in this home has a flannel throw at the end of it. The toss pillows on the couch become covered in faux fur and velvet.  A basket of crocheted afghans sit by the love seat.  

Every flat surface has a lit candle on it. Most of them are battery operated because let’s be honest here. Kids and fire don’t mix any better than Stacey and fire. I enjoy the battery operated candles with the moving fl...

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