First, I was ready to hit publish on this post when I realized I had mistyped the title as “let it snot”. Let this be a lesson to always proofread before hitting publish.
It has been very snowy back in New England, my motherland, this weekend. My parents’ home saw upwards of three feet of snow and drifts of four feet or more. (This has not made their miniature pinscher very happy.) While I know actually dealing with a blizzard can be less than desirable, it can be fun. All the talk of people being snowbound (not to mention photos of such on Facebook and Instagram) have made me nostalgic for Snowmaggedon of 2010. A and I were living in Old Town Alexandria when it hit. We were snowbound from Friday until the following Thursday, but I remember really enjoying our time. We lived in a tiny 2 bedroom condo with Cal and B-Cat. With work cancelled, and the city around us shut down, it was a relaxing time when we had nothing we had to do. (Very, very, very different from today’s life of toddlers and newborns.) We watched too much tv, napped on the couch, baked scones. I even knit an entire sweater. We met friends for more than few drinks at the local pub.
I think my nostalgia is not just for snow (the likes of which we seldom see out here) but for the coziness that comes with being snowed inside with absolutely nothing that has to be done. Snow or no snow, the days of lounging on the couch with a complicated lace knitting project and watching a House Hunters marathon are past. I wouldn’t give up my girls for anything, but I wouldn’t mind just one weekend of quiet, with yarn and some adult beverages, maybe some scone baking, to enjoy. (And then promptly pick my girls up on Sunday for giant hugs and giggles and tickles.)
Some fun photos from our 2010 blizzard antics.