"Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake."
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake."
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
* * * * *
Sure it slows us down.
This 'silver sod,'
this deep gorgeous frosting
upon the ground.
But isn't the winter snow inspiring?
It's Marilyn's magical tulle skirt.
Sure it slows us down.
This 'silver sod,'
this deep gorgeous frosting
upon the ground.
But isn't the winter snow inspiring?
It's Marilyn's magical tulle skirt.
It's a room clothed in linen slipcovers.
It's the coziest fur on a fashionista.
It makes icy nature sparkle...
and beautiful brides too.
It's a slippery fun slope.
It lights up a sunny space.
It's sugary sweet decadence...
and the purest blanket of lovely.
It's the chilly backdrop for a million
cherished childhood memories.
And the softest plush of an unconditional love.
It's even whitehot sexy.
***
Don't forget about the power
of snowy white in your
winter wardrobe and all
the promising spring
fashion in the shop
this second...
stop in soon for inspiration, snowbirds.
Peace.
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