a little place to call my own (art and fashion blog)

Funny how things change. I used to call myself a summer girl. I didn't use to like Winter at all. I couldn't see what is there to love. To me Winter was something to be endured, until beloved Spring arrives. Winter felt like an awkward period or phase that can't be avoided, something like what caterpillar has to go through before it becomes a butterfly. I couldn't see much beauty in the season itself. I would count days until the arrival of the long awaited Summer. Now, seeing snow on the hills makes me as happy as a child. I don't recall liking snow before. Things change. So do our tastes. Where I didn't used to see anything remarkable, now I see beauty. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. I now see that Winter hides many marvellous things to behold and to cherish. The stars twinkle more clearly in the Winter. The nature seems oddly peaceful. There is so much beauty to be found in this season. I don't know how I didn't see it before. Winter is