Staying in the Snowbelt of Western New York has taught us some imaginative ways to keep cozy. Our house is old and drafty, and as eco-friendly Christians we try to maintain the thermostat low in order to be much less wasteful. So the bedroom is generally fairly chilly, and even with the eiderdown comforters I still obtain chilly. He occasionally laughs at my racy ankle-length flannel nightgowns, and chuckles over the hand-knit woolen booties I put on to bed, but I do not recall my sizzling warm wintertime lingerie has actually ever stopped him from getting what he wants.



































