White Christmas

Snow Day Number Two today. The most snow Britain has seen in over 18 years. Quite a few inches in Leeds, though London got the most, at 8 inches. I posted pictures of my walk to school on flickr, and am feeling positively pleased with myself for being so good with the picture-taking and picture-posting these days.

I'm on the hump, with just about the same amount of time left in England as I've spent here already. Another new month, at that, with 1/12 of 2009 already come and gone and then some.

I'm a little homesick today. Maybe it's the cold -- an Atlanta summer will be appreciated by me this year, I do believe. I've never appreciated one, so it's probably about time. I'm also tired today, so maybe it's that, as well. I miss my old comforter.

One day I *will* get the slippers I'm always talking about. I don't really know why I haven't yet, but a little tiny piece of me just aches for them whenever I get to my room and find a slippers-less rug in front of me.

I'm currently cooking up a couple art projects for my room, but I'm not sure how well they'll pan out, what with the aforementioned difficulty with doing things that I want to do, as well as my desire to put a lot of time into an art project I can't take home with me. One of my ideas is to make prints of all the tree pictures I've taken and arrange them on my wall in the shape of a tree so they're simultaneously a large tree, my tree, and all the trees I've seen with my eyes and made mine through my film. My England trees. The other idea is to hang old hats from my ceiling with small chains in a sort of chandelier type arrangement -- and that would be the difficult one, because I have certain chains in mind and certain hats in mind, and those hats would be difficult to pack home.

I've learned how much I enjoy fashion since I've been over here, if it wasn't too obvious from my talks about the dream-shoes, etc. I like the style that I've found in myself and I like finding clothes from past lives and giving them a little piece of mine. It's a part of me that I didn't get to see in Atlanta, a part that just wasn't part of my Atlanta life. There'll most certainly be a whole list of things that I can find that England has shown me in myself, but this is probably the most prominent one. And I do like it.