From the Inuits, with love x

On Saturday morning, perhaps energised by his recent birthday celebrations, Mr Teacakes got out of bed very early and began marking out an igloo that would dominate almost our entire patio. Tipping Lego from its plastic boxes, we tore downstairs to join him and began making bricks, using the boxes as moulds. By the time we had begun the second layer we were freezingly aware of how over-ambitious Mr Teacakes may have been in terms of size....by the third layer he too was wondering what may have possessed him to aim so large. And so gradually his team of helpers drifted inside, occasionally knocking on the window to shout encouragement or ask him if it was nearly finished, occasionally venturing outside to help again for an hour or two. When it was nearly dark and the snow was pelting down and Mr Teacakes hands had been practically frozen onto a Lego brick box I remember looking through the window and laughing out loud at how adorably spirited he can be once he's decided to do something. While I would have cried and given up when one side of the doorway collapsed just as he was about to come in for the evening, he stayed out for another two hours re-building it and introducing a system of vertical struts to reinforce the walls.

And finally this evening it was finished. It is big enough for all four of us to sit in and is one of the most beautiful things that I've ever seen. He filled it with candles before we went in and they lit up the little alcoves that the struts created and made it glow and sparkle.

So wonderfully romantic, my first thought on going inside was that it would make the most wonderful wedding venue...what an absolute bugger that we're already married.

The littlest Teacakes were beside themselves with happiness. As we all sat in there I said how sad it was that it would only be here for such a short time. Mr Teacakes said he thought that made it all the more magical and the moment he'd said it I realised that that's completely true. It's the fact that you can't really possess an igloo that makes it so lovely.

Despite the fact that he is now lying on the bed barely able to move, he is thinking that if we did ever get this much snow again then he would like to attempt one with more rooms...I'm just feeling grateful that he hasn't suggested remodelling the igloo form entirely and making it something other than a bungalow.

So here I am in our igloo enjoying perhaps our only evening in it, and also enjoying the fact that the snow has unexpectedly turned my hair from straight into large corkscrew curls. Hurrah!

I hope you've had a wonderful weekend whether you've been cosy indoors or out having snow-filled fun.

Florence x