This sticky toffee pudding. Far too much but oh so delicious.
An easy read, free from my local library. Every time I get a book via the order system I marvel at the awesomeness of what’s available.
This mess, because it means the end of our gross stippled ceiling and progress towards a new kitchen.
And also these messes, because ditto. I’m trying to look beyond the whirlwind of stuff in every room in the house and concentrate on a nice end result.
It’s been a whole year since we repealed the eighth. This week last year, I was very, very worried. And nervous. And hopeful. And anxious. I was uplifted by my journey home from work the day before the vote, being handed a leaflet by canvassers who lifted my spirits. A leaflet I stuck up on the door before we rushed off to school and which is now in a box, along with a copy of the Irish Times from the Monday after the referendum and our repeal sweatshirts and badges.
I don’t think I’ve fully grasped what the campaign and vote and result really meant to me until quite recently. I needed a break from all things repeal, so while I followed the passage of the legislation and the implementation of services very closely, I listened to little analysis and read even less about what was going on. Some distance was necessary.
I’ve slowly started listening to some podcasts from around this time last year, featuring those I cheered and those I loathed. It’s been somewhat cathartic and frustrating. The same arguments come up, the same lies are repeated and the same frank and brutal truths cut through the nonsense.
Something I’ve watched many times is this short video. It was hard to watch, but covered so many of the emotions I felt. I don’t think I will ever forget 10.01pm on 25th May 2018, when I couldn’t believe that exit poll, until I did and it was all real.
As you can see, this book is well loved. We’ve read it countless times, in two different homes. It’s a slightly fantastical book about the different places people call home. I could’t stop thinking about this morning, having listened to the proposal for “co-living” being defended and slated by various interested parties.
Our family has been in the very fortunate and privileged position of never having had to endure the stress of living in insecure housing. This shouldn’t feel like a privilege, but I know it is given the current state of the housing market and how people who rent are treated.
I cannot imagine the difficulties of living in insecure housing, the stress that puts on people and relationships and the knot in your stomach when you’re waiting to hear if a lease will be renewed, rent will be raised or what has been a home is now being turned into something else. Hearing the horror stories from people we know who are navigating the Dublin rental sector makes us feel beyond lucky and a little bit guilty, to be quite honest.
I don’t know what the answer is, beyond build more homes, all sorts of homes. And not ones which would confine people to a single room and make them share a kitchen with 40 other people.
Couldn’t think of a snappy title for this post so this one will have to do. After three years in our house, our new kitchen is on the way. In a fortnight I’ll have said goodbye to a tiled floor that I curse daily, a giant fridge which doesn’t seem to have enough space, weird triangle shaped narrow cupboards and peeling veneer that I’ve never liked.
In preparation, I’ve started doing this:
The Ikea storage boxes we bought eight years ago for our wedding and which have served us through two house moves are currently being pressed into service for a kitchen clear out. I had decluttered a lot of stuff before we moved and during what I thought was a ruthless organisation session last year but there is still a lot of stuff. I’ve been weeding out the stuff which I know I won’t use because I haven’t used it in the three years we’ve lived her.
I’ve also started doing stuff like this:
Clearing out our cupboards of eatables and drinkables is satisfying. I’ve had two bags of coffee beans for a very long time. I found a coffee bean grinder mid clear out and put it to use. The first grinding was only ok, I’ll try the second tomorrow. Either way, the coffee will be drunk as we’re nearly at the end of the stash we picked up on holidays last year in France.
This is a boring yet satisfying process. I’m tempted to leave everything in the boxes for a few weeks, only retrieving what we actively want in a given moment, in order to see how little we actually need.
I bought this candle on New Year’s Eve as a little gift to myself. I had avoided scented candles for a long time after becoming heartily sick after an overdose of Yankee Candles. This one has a lovely subtle scent and I’ve learned to light it for a little while and then extinguish in order to enjoy it even more.
I’ve since bought and been given a few Max Benjamin candles, and I’ve liked each one a lot for different reasons. I was out on some errands today and was tempted to buy some new candles, until I gave myself a stern talking to and reminded myself I had a surfeit of same already and so I resisted the urge to acquire more.
I’m going to light the ones I have and enjoy them and not replace them until they’re completely finished. This one deserves to shine this evening as we enjoy the finals of Great British Menu, which makes us very hungry.
We’ve been married for eight years. Eight years of a lot of highs, thankfully few lows and a lot of love. Love isn’t all you need, but it is a very good thing to have in life.
The lilac tree in our garden. I cannot get enough.
Looking for a surprise for a tiny new little person.
Finding slightly blurry photos like this on my phone from a budding artist.
These books, especially this one.
The knowledge that by the end of this month, we’ll be enjoying our brand new kitchen.