I have never been a huge fan of winter; I don't care for the short days, cold weather, or dreary landscape. Snow is pretty and all, but I hate driving in it, shoveling it, and, watching it turn to dirty ice as it melts, refreezes, and melts, again.
As you may imagine, this makes January and February my least favorite months of the year (December gets a pass, for obvious, more joyful reasons).
The only redeeming factor of winter is that it encourages me to practice the Danish custom of Hygge, which is basically just hibernating in the coziest way possible within your own home. Now, do you have to hibernate alone? Heavens, no. But Hygge requires that company in your home also feel as cozy as possible.
Cozy? Cosy? I'm unclear...and I digress.
Anyhoodle, in my home, I require the following in order to achieve maximum coziness/cosiness:
- Roaring fire
- Comfy blankets
- Fuzzy socks
- Good book
- Good music
- Decor inspired by nature
This totally excuses the fact that I technically still have up a Christmas tree. I mean, it went up at Christmas and it is a tree, buuuuut, it is bare of ornaments, save for a few pinecones nestled in its' branches. Therefore, it is a Hygge Tree.
Que the normalization of Hygge Trees in three, two, one....
Anyhoodle, if anyone wants to come over and relax at my place; I've got wine and Adele. The dress code is comfy PJs and fuzzy socks and the secret code word for entry is cozy/cosy.
I don't care how you spell it.