Of Fire Trucks and Color Schemes

The fire truck which wound around our building and parked unexplainably out front just drove away. My first thought was, "oh no! Did I accidentally punch that emergency button in the living room when I plugged in the Christmas lights?" Ben said more likely our homeless neighbor probably had an incident on the sidewalk. Which is really sad. I want to bring him blankets, and keep trying to think of camping things he could have in order to stay warm.

The color scheme found in the remnants of my wedding bouquet is outstanding. I want rooms of these colors, I want this feel to everything. It's warm and buttery and pleasant. Much to Ben's chagrin I kept smashing into his brand new glasses while trying to take the picture, to which I say, tough. Art is pain. But not mine.