God's soap.

I took Fran to the bus this morning. It was cold and I was cold so I wore my knitted Eddie Bauer mittens. I also scraped the windshield of my car off with a cassette case because I've yet to buy a windshield scraper. Then I came home and read a page of Keats and took a shower and used my gardenia soap from Hana.
I find myself constantly trying to balance the things that I do in my life that I think are hard with nice things that I like.
I also had to warm up my Mere's car for her and scrape off her windshield. But she has a scraper, so that was easier. A neighbor shot his gun off while I was out there and I think I almost threw up. He could have at least warned me. After that I got out my tin of Paris and my Kate&Birdie Co. paper and now I am going to make Valentines, breakfast, and tea.

In French class yesterday we talked about our dream houses. While we were driving home, Mandy and I discussed them in more depth. We talked about claw-footed bathtubs, lilacs, wood paneled bedrooms, wall colors, and huge kitchens.
I have been pondering lately that maybe it is not sinful to draw blueprints of dream houses in your mind because you aren't actually coveting something that already exists. But then I have been thinking that maybe I'm just making a grey area for myself. In all honesty, I don't really see anything wrong with trying to create a space as close to the way you imagine heaven to be on earth.
Heaven might have gardenia soap in every bathroom.

The most important thing I've found lately, is not to look through Anthro magazines because you will really want the green leather couch for your dream house. And balance. Balance is good.