I Want...

picnics on the sofa

I want to feel a man wrap his hands around my waist from behind me

I want to wake up to sunshine streaming in my window

barefoot walks in wet grass

and to be brought a coffee in bed when I wake up

I want to buy, and hang, art

a weekly standing date with someone I love to talk to

I really want to wake up with good morning hair

I want hot soup and fresh, crusty bread 

to have a dance party in my room every night

to feel satisfied that I can make a meal with what's in my fridge

I want wake up beside a warm body, and then snuggle before falling back to sleep

I want
I want

I want...

This Is Not A Request

Okay world... it's time to get something straight here. Christmas tree lights only come in one flavour. I may decide to amend this law if I ever decide to have children who will appreciate epilepsy inducing, multi-coloured strings of nastiness on a tree bedecked in mismatched ornaments and tinsel

... shudder... 

but for now only lights that are small, white and non-twinkling will be permitted. 

Christmas is a time when I finally get my way... fires are lit, candles are twinkling, hot chocolate is required, shopping is compulsory, present wrapping can be OCD, a thousand throws and blankets appear and are draped over the armchairs and sofa. Men don't even complain about it all... much. I can indulge in my loves.

Christmas is pretty, and sophisticated, and matching. I do not want my holidays to be anything other than Christmas card perfect... and Christmas cards rarely depict a family huddled about a glorious eight footer swathed with strands of lights that look like they were pulled out of a Quality Street box. Each strand flashing to it's own little, unrelated, beat.

Get it right people... the world will look much better for it. 

A Little Wisdom

There are very few things out there that scare people as much as having to go to the dentist. Maybe big leggy spiders, or getting eaten by a shark, or Nicki Minaj's wardrobe but for me going to the dentist is right up there with having to get an injection. 

Seriously... I would be the world's worst insulin dependent diabetic. 

So having to get a healthy tooth out, so that my adult braces can do their thing, was a nasty way to spend a Thursday afternoon. Dentist and injection all rolled into one... yuck.   

Are you one of these people who never mind going to the dentist and happily ring up to make your bi-annual appointments, or are you the type of person who only ever see's the dentist when you're in pain? 

For years I would only see the dentist when I absolutely had to but since I had some wisdom tooth issues I have been religious with my dentist appointments. DO NOT NEGLECT YOUR TEETH. I'm serious... for the sake of sucking it up and being a little uncomfortable for a day or two you get to have a great smile for years and years. 

Do it... make an appointment... 

Into The Friend Zone

Ok... 


Here's a heads up for many of you guys out there... 


When a girl likes you she may become rather shy around you. This is pretty normal. She may not know how to act around you and may feel a little awkward. Just go with it.


Now here's the important bit...


The moment she stops acting shy and starts joking about with you you are not 'in there'.  In fact you have just been relegated to the FriendZone. If she's suddenly comfortable around you then she probably doesn't want to see you naked.


If she's acting all shy then just go talk to her. She's probably dying for you to make the first move.

Conflict

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We all know that text and sarcasm don't mix well. Not at all. In fact most humours and text don't mix well, and to be perfectly honest your text is only as good as the mood that the person your are texting is in. If they are happy, they read happy, if they are sad, they read sad, if they are angry, you're in trouble.

Consider yourself warned.

Appreciate It

I appreciate -

- the sacrifice my parents made to put me through college - having the opportunity to keep learning all my life - the love of books that came from a childhood of being read to - being able to see and hear and taste and smell and touch - hugs from friends - the well being that comes from petting a dog or cat - the freedom my car gives me - the variety of friends that I have in my life - the healthy body I stand in - that while I am by no means financially stable I am not living in poverty - a home cooked meal - the fact that I have family who will always stand by me 

Celebrate

 

As the clocks count down to the end of one year and the beginning of the next I am spending my New Years Eve in the company of some amazing friends, in their wonderful home, drinking far too much wine and trying to figure out if this year has lived up to my expectations.

So please raise you glass and share a toast with me...

To all those goals you have met in the last year, to all those goals you have put off for a little while longer and to all those new goals you're going to aim for in the next twelve months.

  To the wonderful people in your life who got you through the last fifty two weeks - family, friends, even those horrible people in your life who keep reminding you to guard your head and heart a little better in the future. They have all played a part in making you the person you are tonight.

To ambition and the need to strive for something in your life.

To you. My amazing readers. I know many of you personally, but I do love each and every one of you. Especially your comments and conversations.

and of course, because it's me. 

To too many new shoes, beautiful dresses, gorgeous skirts, cozy scarves, soft handbags. MY home will soon be your home. 

Something To Note

 

Some times you just have to get over yourself.

Sometimes The Truth Hurts

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... is totally over rated.

Falling asleep in anyone's arms is a sweaty, awkward, arm numbing experience and should not be encouraged. Falling asleep with our legs entwined, or an arm thrown over my waist, or your body nestled into the small of my back is a much more preferable idea.

'A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow' - Charlotte Brontë

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A few months ago I told you all about how I learned to sleep alone again when a five year relationship ended. It was strange and liberating to have a whole bed to myself again and I loved it. But then S moved out and I moved into her room - cause I really wanted the electric shower - and I found myself back on one side of the bed again.

How did that happen? I don't have another significant other, I'm not looking to make space for one in my life right now, so how the hell did I end up drifting back out to the edge of the mattress. I woke up one morning last week after another night of edge hugging and asked myself what was going on? And then I realised.... when I had made up my new bed I had automatically put the pillows into two piles at the head of the bed, and therefore I had automatically slept on one pile of them... on one side of the bed.

That evening I stripped the bed and as I remade it I carefully put just one huge pile of pillows at the top... and it worked. I was back in the middle of my bed.

Have you ever found that you do things out of habit that impact of the rest of your day?

“The journey not the arrival matters.” – T. S. Eliot

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Do you ever waste a whole journey waiting to get to the end? I have... several times and it's amazing how much you miss.

This holds true for all sorts of things in your life. Have you ever rushed through dinner just to get to the dessert? Sprinted through a book to get to the twist at the end? Ignored the joy of getting ready for a night out just to get to the event?

This week please do something for me and for yourself. Spend a little time enjoying the journey... the smells and sounds of making your breakfast before you eat it... the walk to work or college... the smell of clean clothes as you put them away and think about the next time you get to wear them.

'hugs'