Tiny Sparks of Joy

img_20190504_115412The lilac tree in our garden. I cannot get enough.

img_20190502_135037Looking for a surprise for a tiny new little person.

img_20190428_172200Finding slightly blurry photos like this on my phone from a budding artist.

img_20190426_183444These books, especially this one.

img_20190307_163943The knowledge that by the end of this month, we’ll be enjoying our brand new kitchen.

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Tiny Sparks of Joy

Finally, A Real Orchid

img_20190501_112249This is not the best photo but this is a real orchid which I have managed to keep alive for six weeks. I’ve never managed this before so this feels like a bit of an achievement. Maybe our dark hall and the fact I keep forgetting to water it is helping.

It’s the loveliest colour and shape and I hope it survives for another while because it definitely sparks a lot of joy. Plus, Marjorie would definitely approve.

Finally, A Real Orchid

Under the Lilacs

img_20190424_145709There’s an important scene in Marjorie Morningstar, where the book’s eponymous heroine has a kiss under some lilac trees. When we moved into this house just over three years ago, I had no idea the large garden contained a mature lilac tree so it was a very happy discovery.

The blooms don’t last for long and I’m always torn between picking them to enjoy while I can and leaving them fluttering on the tree where nature intended them to remain until they turn a scrubby brown colour. These ones got picked and were a nice centrepiece for our dinner.

Under the Lilacs

Tiny Sparks of Joy

img_20190411_091553Patio 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.

 

Tiny Sparks of Joy

On Feeling Pleased With Myself

img_20190329_132635Over 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.

On Feeling Pleased With Myself

Tiny Sparks of Joy

img_20190307_153850A 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.

img_20190330_144450This 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.

img_20190320_151950This 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.

img_20190329_181147I 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.

img_20190405_112742I 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.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Tiny Sparks of Joy

img_20190319_121430-1This 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.

Tiny Sparks of Joy