December 22, 2014

Spent my Sunday evening sipping spiked hot chocolate and sewing blankets together. Those blankets were then suspended from the corners and the ceiling so that now my living room looks like this:

We're throwing a NYE Blanket Fort party and this is the prep.

It also means that I get to live in a whimsical, magical, outrageous blanket fort for the next who knows how long.

It's amazing.

Honestly, though, it took me a while to get into the idea.

"Who lives in a blanket fort?" I thought "grown-ups don't live in blanket forts."

Then I remembered the best thing about being grown-up:

I can do whatever the hell I want.

Yessssssss.