"Come, ye cold winds, at January's call,
On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew
January is a quiet month as our thoughts linger over the completed year and dream about the next. It always takes me a little while to get back into the rhythm of the everyday. My mood tends towards quiet evenings, soft colours and good books and I want to wrap myself in a cozy blanket and hide away from Winter.
White is the colour of the winter months and one which I have never really gravitated towards. I like a little more warmth and so my choice is always a beautiful cream or ivory. My house is a plethora of comely creams mixed together peacefully. You will find it in the finish of a French table, the drape of antique lace, the petal of a velvet flower, or the waiting seat of a parlour chair. It mirrors the cream in my teacup more than the frost on the windowpanes and feels so much more like home.