I love my house, but it’s missing one vital thing — a fireplace. Now that it’s gotten colder (it snowed yesterday, and it barely got above freezing today, with that biting winter wind that we north Texans oh-so-love so much), my fireplace-lackitude has become, let’s say, ACUTE.
I wanna fireplace! Waaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!
The hubby and I have a chimenea outside on the back patio but no way in hell will I brave the BITING WIND to fire up that puppy just because, deep down inside, I’m a little pyromaniac at heart. (Oooooh, SHINY…) That’s one of my “things to renovate in this house when the funds show up” — put in a fireplace *somewhere*.
What’s not to like about a fireplace? It cuts down on paperwaste and spare lumber (like expired Christmas trees!). It glows a pretty orange color amidst the sooty darkness of the coals, that is, when it isn’t roaring with sharp tongues of fire. It warms up a room like no other. It’s romantic when it’s just the two of you, it’s homey and hearthlike when it’s a small group of friends, just hanging out by the fire.
So… anyways… to revamp an old saying from an aquaintance of my hubby’s: “Fireplace — we need one!”
Night everyone — off to bed in my woefully fireplaceless house. ::sniff sniff, pauses to go outside and eat worms while listening to a very tiny violin::