Patio progress in action. Something we have had near the top of our house to-do list since we moved in.
Finding something we needed close by and at a good price, and having help to get it upstairs. It’s not perfect but it’s fine.
Pastries from our local amazing bakery and good coffee after a gym session.
A loooooong weekend, which is sorely needed and which, we hope, gives us a chance to get more stuff on the to-do list done.
Planning a day out. It feels good to plan ahead rather than plod along.
I am thankful every single day of my maternity leave that I can enjoy this time at home and out and about with Baby Orchid. Yesterday I had to meet someone in town and after lunch I had enough time to have a stroll around the National Gallery. I love the stained glass section, the colours are so vibrant and the lighting shows the pieces to spectacular effect. I’m also thankful that I live in a country with free access to so many museums and galleries, so seeing beautiful things like this isn’t limited to those with money.
Himself and I love our bed. When we first started living together we went to Ikea, had a go of a mattress with memory foam and never looked back. It’s probably one of our all time favourite purchases. It’s big enough for all of us to squeeze into (just about).
We’ve had baby Orchid in our room since we came home from the hospital. He would start out the night in a co-sleeper (which a friend very kindly loaned me) and invariably end up sleeping with us after the wee small hours because I am too lazy (mainly) and it’s not recommended (somewhat) to put in the spadework of sleep training a very tiny baby.
Baby Orchid outgrew the co-sleeper and slipped from being a pretty okay sleeper to what can only be described as woejus. We were all waking up several times a night, we woke him when we got ready for bed and he wasn’t getting enough sleep. So over the weekend we tried him in his cot in his own room and … it worked! He sleeps, we sleep, it’s all very, very good.
I treated us to some fancy new bedlinen and yesterday I put the new duvet cover, pillowcases and sheets on the bed. We luxuriated in the glory that is fresh sheets, a room that feels about two meters bigger thanks to the co-sleeper having been packed away and we slept. Oh how we slept. It. Was. Glorious.
Over a month ago I finally completed a project that had, to be blunt, wrecked my head and made me question my levels of patience. I’m very happy to report that the photobooks of my children’s art spark oodles of joy. The quality is fantastic, they came really quickly and I’m pretty pleased with my work. The work was all worth it and I’m definitely going to use this method of preserving memories for a few other
bundles of crap things I want to remember.
A few weeks ago the radio I have had for ten years, through several house moves, finally met its end in the form of the tiled kitchen floor which sparks no joy whatsoever and which I cannot wait to see the back of in a few weeks. This replacement sparks a lot of joy. It’s not fancy and I chose it mainly because it had no bells and whistles and looked nice. The sound is lovely and it’s much easier to tune than the old one, which I thanked and sent off to be recycled.
This soap, which was a gift from a friend many months ago and which I finally got around to using this week. It’s a gorgeous scent and I love the thought that went into her buying me something like this.
This set of numbers marks progress for me. It’s probably not particularly notable for most gym goers but I’m finally learning to appreciate what my body can do.
I adore this picture, which was a surprise for me as I had no idea she was taking it. A reminder of the importance of others’ perspectives.
I first read this book when I was in primary school and for years I’ve been meaning to track down a copy. Thanks to my niche Facebook group for people who love reading childhood favourites no matter what age they are, this arrived and has been devoured.
This view. A place in Dublin I rarely walk around. I forgot how nice a riverside stroll can be.
The aforementioned stroll led to a long overdue lunch with friends and plans for more catchups.
Looking forward to another referendum. We do love a good referendum. Thanks, Irish Constitution.
Finally being in the headspace to be able to listen to analysis of the referendum on the eighth amendment. Still brings all the emotions to the surface. Still can’t quite believe its normal to see advertisements for abortion services at bus stops and in the local health clinic.
Feeling stronger after every gym session.
Making scones. Every time I make them I wonder why I don’t make them more. I used up a random packet of glacé cherries because why not.
Finishing a project that Wrecked My Head and being pretty pleased with the results which arrived this morning.
A clear bed in the spare room. It doesn’t happen often and it doesn’t last long but it’s nice when it does.
Taking myself firmly in hand as per this post and booking myself a dentist appointment for tomorrow. I’m dreading it but it has to be done and the sooner I go the sooner it’ll be over. Trying to tell myself this sparks joy to take the fear away.
The new series of Derry Girls. The music brings me right back to my teen years, and I’m able to laugh at myself. A lot.