Tiny Sparks of Joy

The good weather continuing. Makes laundry and so many other things a joy.

Finding stuff I need and had thought about rebuying if it didn’t turn up as my nesting continues apace.

Rearranging two shelves and making life a whole lot easier.

Wearing a ten year old silk scarf in a jaunty manner.

The thought that this time next week we’ll be on a ferry to France and the holiday will most definitely have begun. It kicks off when we stop at Karoo for what’s become our traditional pre ferry Big Feed before the ferry port in Rosslare.

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Tiny Sparks of Joy

On Pulling Your Head Out Of The Sand

I am very good at making plans, less so at following through on them. This weekend I’ve forced myself to confront a few things that I’ve long fingered for far too long, For years I’ve made vague promises to myself to get more organised about my finances. I’ve tiptoed around these promises for too long, but actually taking action took hardly any time at all.

Likewise, despite my efforts at decluttering and living with less stuff still means more to me than it should. This is loosely linked to my finances, as I have a fear that I’ll get rid of something that might be worth something some day (I blame the Antiques Roadshow) or that I’ll end up needing to replace something I gave away. Last weekend and this I’ve tackled this ongoing life project head on. We have a new baby on the way and I need to sort through mounds of stuff. I gave away a lot before we moved house but there’s still a lot left to sift through.

I’m getting more and more ruthless with the stuff though. Things I know I wasn’t wildly happy with the first two times have been donated or recycled. I’ve used a zero waste Facebook group to pass on things I haven’t needed. One plus is that I took a leaf out of The Frugalwoods and decided to see if, like me, people were looking to pass along unwanted baby stuff and a baby carrier was mine within hours and arrived in the post today. I have done and will pay the generosity forward.

The battle of the stuff and the finances continues. Taking the first few steps is immensely satisfying though.

On Pulling Your Head Out Of The Sand

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Holiday planning. Two weeks to go and I cannot wait.

Taking a chance on sourcing something free and getting it within hours. Goodwill shall be paid forward immediately with things I’ve been meaning to rehome.

Changing over my wardrobe to the clothes I need now and packing away every single thing I know I won’t wear for the next 12 months. It’s ten times easier to get ready and much less hassle to maintain.

Sunshine day after day, and ice creams galore.

Using our library more and more, especially for holiday reading purposes. It’s a joy to get books I would have bought within days of reserving them online.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

With These Hands

One of the films I don’t rewatch as much as I’d like is Edward Scissorhands. I love everything about it, from the batty story line to the Vincent Price (sidenote: his Wikipedia entry proved to me just how amazing he must have been outside of his contribution to the arts) character to the kitch look of suburbia and the scenes involving a giant hunk of ice. The music is particularly spectacular however, especially this gem from Tom Jones. I’d forgotten how much I love this song until something entirely unrelated to Tom Jones and the film reminded me of it today. I’ve listened to it a few times now and for whatever reason it feels very summery to me, probably because its played during some of the sunnier scenes.

With These Hands

I can have trivial problems again now…

It’s been quite the ten days of highs and lows since 25th May. Mainly highs, it has to be said. And this weekend involved such glorious weather it almost felt like we had a weekend away. It feels almost churlish to complain about trivialities again.

But I’m not looking forward to a return trip to Ikea to return something we bought during an efficient shopping run on Saturday. There’s a few nooks and crannies crying out for some reorganisation but I’m not in a Konmari mood right now. Our fridge is a mess after the weekend but I can’t face cleaning it and doing a virtuous week of eating what we have already instead of stopping off at the shops before I come home and buying what I really want to eat.

It’s kind of nice to have my brain mulling over these types of “problems’ again. I haven’t forgotten that a scant two hours up the road my sisters in the North are still fighting some of the battles we’ve won though. Today the House of Commons starts talking about their rights.

I can have trivial problems again now…

Tiny Sparks of Joy, Having Repealed the 8th

Last Friday night at three minutes past 10pm.

Catching up with my oldest friend watching the results coming in and just getting happier and happier.

Wearing my together for yes tshirt on Saturday afternoon and feeling lighter than I have done for weeks.

Clare Daly. Every speech, every time.

Having a use for a ‘fancy’ box after seven years of shuffling it between homes and rooms. It will be a repeal the eighth memory box now.

Tiny Sparks of Joy, Having Repealed the 8th