Today I am linking in with a lovely blog post by Awfully Chipper (Objects of Me) in which Maud chats about the everyday objects that make up her. She begins her post with a beautiful paragraph describing items that her mother wore, little rituals that were so intrinsically her mum, Maud still can’t help but call her to mind when she sees or thinks about them. "Pieces of my childhood landscape and they bring with them a sensation of warmth safety and security. They are the elegant and the everday; small, simple, ritual objects." It’s worth a read for that alone.
As I read the other posts, I was pleasantly surprised at how many “me too!” items were in there. Scarves, elephants, shoes, paintings and books. I asked my boys on the school run home what things in the house make them think of me when they see them.
That was over and hour ago and they still haven’t answered!
Never mind. I have a few ideas of my own and I know they will nod their heads in agreement when (or if) they ever see this post.
I like notebooks. I’ve always been drawn to them. Never any good at keeping track of things electronically I prefer to use a pen and paper. This is where notebooks come in. I keep them everywhere. In the car. The kitchen. In my bag. On the table beside my computer. I love the look of an empty notebook just waiting to be used. I record ideas and thoughts in them. Random things. Shopping lists. Contact numbers and ideas for articles. No wonder I can’t ever find anything when I want to.
|Some of my growing collection!|
I am a big fan of Penney’s. Which is a good thing because I enjoy a good pair of runners. I like to purchase my cheap as chips everyday footwear in Penney’s and keep any saved money for running shoes. The “shocks” have gone on two of these pairs so I need to get to the sport shop before the boys get their summer holidays. I love Asics even if my big toe tends to go through them in a matter of weeks. They do the job.
Coffee wasn’t something I enjoyed in my twenties. Like wine, for me, it was an acquired taste. Now I love it. This machine is probably the most used item in the kitchen. It takes no time at all for the water to heat up and a perfect strength coffee is born. The boys are also pretty good at making coffee from it as well which is always a good thing.
I love an owl cup of tea (sorry) and I love a good owl owl joke (sorry again) Here’s one to make up for my shite sense of humour. A man at the cinema was surprised to see an owl sitting next to him. “Are you an owl?” he asked. “I am,” said the owl. “What are you doing at the cinema?” the man wanted to know. “Well,” replied the owl, “I liked the book.” I love owls the way some people love dolphins and elephants. I love those too but owls to me are very majestic, wise and beautiful creatures.
I spent the first thirteen or so years of my life gnawing my nails. It took me approximately four more to quit properly but even today if I am stressed or nervous I will attack my cuticles. My nails are weird - they swing from being concrete strong to breaking really easily. I like a nice squared off nail but more than that I love a red nail. I have a little cookie monster tin lunch box in the fridge and it houses my bottles of polish. Nails are my thing.
These are a few of my favourite things. The things that make up me. Head on over to Awfully Chipper to read the other links. You might even like to add one of your own.