Make Love To Your Days #3
Welcome to another edition of the fortnightly series for paid subscribers, called Make Love to Your Days. A soft space for remembering the beauty in ordinary things, slowing down for long enough to savour them, and an antidote for the incessant shouting, and snark that floods our feeds. Here you’ll find musings on seducing your life, places I’ve been exploring, and things I’m cooking, making, smelling, listening to, and reading.
THIS WEEK: Things that brought me joy when I got sick, life lessons from kitchen appliances, pigeon fan club sign up here, what my friends remind me of, the bag that tells me its summer, and as always, the song that I’ve played about 6,500 times in the last week.
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Ikea, Come Through
Maybe it’s the fashion graduate in me, but I’ll always find something where it wouldn’t ordinarily be found. Transforming something into what we’ve been told it should be, into all that it could be. Like this jute hanging basket I found in Ikea that I use as a handbag, fashioned with a vintage scarf around the handle. It brings me untold joy, and it was only 10 Great British Pounds, lurking in a fake living-room set-up. It is sunshine to me, when I stuff it with suncream, sunglasses and a book on the beach. It is friendship for me, when I carry tulips, or boxes of chocolates as gifts, and mini blankets in case of impromptu picnics. When it lives in my room, I look at it and remember. I remember all the stories of summers gone whose memories will live on in its weave.
Joyful Remedies For The Sick and Not Sick
I haven’t been unwell for about three years, and I refuse to label my last dalliance with snot as a time of being unwell, but it can be considered so. A concoction of hayfever, dust, grief, and deep spiritual cleansing, came for me. Alongside, as always, a reminder that before my inner spring came to fruition, that I needed to rest and pour into myself. In between the sniffs of Vicks Inhaler Stick, and a pyramid of tissues, I found such joy in these things: