5 UNEXPECTED THINGS HAPPY PEOPLE HAVE AT HOME
When going back in time, I see I was trying to do myself a favour and skipped on anything domestic (I only survived because they provided free meals at work). Plants were the last option to bring home because they required enough care and attention I wasn't prepared to give intentionally. Fast forward in time and maturity my windowsill is inches away from becoming inaccessible for whatever amount of days this view is a candy to my eyes. These plants are doing it on purpose and I'm delighted to watch them thriving, shedding leaves, flirting with the sun.
I'm not trying to earn sympathy here (although it would definitely help) but the amount of mess we create each day stays on for longer then the day before. Perhaps our eyes got used to to the familiar view therefore it would be a crime to dismiss such important element in our household. Let's talk about it for a minute. It's not the piles and piles of clothes that need folding although we're never too far away from believing somebody will do it for us neither dishes that forgot their usual place other than sink and the outskirts of chopping board. It's the little things mostly - toys lined up on the windowsill in pairs or individually, stack of coloured images covering any surface within reach, books half-read and fully opened where vase of flowers should go according to an interior designer. Mess that feels natural and far from creating an uptight feeling. Purposefully arranged and skillfully overlooked. Yes, the bed is not made on schedule and bills, receipts invite more dust than the skipping of a child but we've learned to be less intimidated by it and spend thoughts and energy elsewhere. Especially that the weather seems to be making up for the days full of its silly decisions. Some days the cleaning bug kicks in and no blanket will be left odd-edged, no pillow unfluffed.
Antique stores attract my eyes on each street corner, they take up my walking space on the sidewalks. It's nearly impossible to run errands without adopting a cabinet or plate in bone china. New is desired, new is browsed through wide web yet only an object with history whispered in cracks and faded print invites all those calm thoughts once my eye lands around it. I utterly regret not inheriting more pre-loved, used and sworn at items (especially those with sharp corners) from my grandmother's house after she passed away after a long illness. Physically impossible to haul half her household essentials across the channel, it all went to places no tracking is possible. If you can fix it, fix it and re-paint to love wholeheartedly once again. If it's beyond repair but still beautiful - there's nothing nice serviette can't cure.
Some mornings I lay buried in pillows and warm sheets as there's no tomorrow or at least work uniform awaiting attention. I'm not a morning person if you excuse. Then on my way to the bathroom I stumble upon things that will make my day either good or great - strumming tunelessly on the guitar, re-potting that rotten stem that refused to settle in this corner of the room, reading first pages of a book I ended up shoving under a stack of magazines (equally overdue on news) in case I was only going to pay attention to it and nothing else. Because I get distracted by moments of pure enjoyment out of what is around. I dedicate mealtimes to soul food whether I'm only good at it or average. My whole existence revolves around having hands full and eyes dazed. And I feel more alive while at it. And sometimes just because of it.
An almosed-used-up luxury
An almosed-used-up luxury
What's the point of registering to the website when the minute you hit the purchase button you're fully aware this relationship will not be consumed. Or almost-consumed as specified in the sub title. No point whatsoever. Spend on it but only if you're willing to manifest it will be needed daily. Or weekly with holiday breaks. Almost-used-up glorious fragrance, candle with only a day away from getting recycled, sheepskin rug recognizing each footprint of a growing child, boots with soles begging to be looked at by the professional now and not after the summer. I love me some luxury scenarios taking place. You should try it too and not feel guilty about it. They may as well discontinue the product therefore have fun while it lasts. We talk monthly deliveries here! Get used to and celebrate!
As seen on this beautiful website.