I thought our entry needed some bright flowers in it to contrast with the freshly fallen snow outside. My Little People painting by Permanent Magenta seems to love hiding behind them. Now, if all of this sounds sweet and calm, in the background Junior is doing his Fire Alarm imitation over and over again at full volume and Husband keeps calling to tell me about another car he's found. One of our cars died, which always happens at the best of times, doesn't it? The good part is that it's my turn to choose and it's station wagon time! I love a good station wagon (all the better for hauling "found" stuff when we buy our house) but the this one and this one aren't available in the US, which bums me out. America does crossovers and SUVs which just aren't me. Consequently, most of the choices in this country are remarkably booooring since wagons are generally for soccer moms and you rarely see proud men driving them as you do on the Autobahn. I think the men who drive wagons are the ones who will knit (and honey, may I remind you that wagon driving knitting men are hot.) I'm thinking a white wagon with some very large Hello Kitty decals which Husband isn't to know about. Or, perhaps a black wagon with seats like this.