December | back to basics

Long time no see! How are you? November, wretched month, was marked by its recurring runny noses and cancelled plans. The world, too, has felt less inviting than usual – it’s difficult to write, isn’t it, when much of what dominates the news feels so hopeless, so brutal. It breaks my heart, all of it, and I’ve felt stunned into silence. What matters – does anything? – in the face of such wrenching news from near and from far? But, of course, everything matters, indeed more so than ever. And with the turn of the tide into December, today’s blue morning sky and the garlands of light strung across the festive city, this little heart is daring to hope again. I’m never quite sure of what I want this blog to be, if it truly represents me four years on from where it all began, but I’ve simply resolved to relax into the mantra what will be, will be. Love to you all, and a splendid weekend ahead for every one of you, I hope! xo


eating: leftovers, I just love ‘em.

drinking: lime and sodas (always) and espresso in the mornings.

reading: a woman on the edge of time, jeremy gavron. (recommended.)

listening: to madeleine peyroux (evenings) and vance joy (mornings) and as much bruce as necessary.

watching: the west wing. of course.

bookmarking: homemade gift ideas for christmas. I love this season of crafting.

wanting: for nothing. (except, perhaps, frost? is snow too much to ask for?)

looking: forward to christmas day, when the 12 of us will gather around the family table to eat and drink and laugh.

enjoying: pink roses on the dresser.

waiting: for the weather to turn biting.

wondering: what the new year will hold.

loving: the last peep of autumn leaves on the plane trees and blue-skied mornings.

hoping: for a white christmas!

marveling: that we have lived in our small home for 3 months and counting already.

needing: to write more.

wearing: jumpers. all the cosy jumpers.

smelling: his signature tuna-noodle dish, fishy perfection.

noticing: christmas wreaths on front doors across london.

knowing: christmas will be here before we know it.

laughing: with him. even before we rise from bed, it seems a thousand giggles have been shed.

thinking: about the future. and whether I will finish all of my christmas knitting in time!

daydreaming: about tomorrow, saturday, and plans to coffee, walk and slow down.

wishing: my sister lived closer.

feeling: grateful. so many blessings in this small corner of ours, despite the terrible headlines around the world.

  • You know what? I always say that if I ever get a tattoo, I will get one with the writing “Que sera, sera” or “what will be, will be” 🙂

  • Glad to see you back. And I so understand how you feel. It’s hard to know what to say when the world seems to be falling to pieces. I like this by Natalie Goldberg though (on the importance of writing nevertheless. Sorry it’s so long! But it seems relevant):

    “We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded. This is how writers must think, this is how we must sit down with pen in hand. We were here; we are human beings; this is how we lived. Let it be known, the earth passed before us. Our details are important. Otherwise, if they are not, we can drop a bomb and it doesn’t matter. . . Recording the details of our lives is a stance against bombs with their mass ability to kill, against too much speed and efficiency. A writer must say yes to life, to all of life: the water glasses, the Kemp’s half-and-half, the ketchup on the counter … We must become writers who accept things as they are, come to love the details, and step forward with a yes on our lips so there can be no more noes in the world, noes that invalidate life and stop these details from continuing.”

  • Wishing the same 🙂 beautifully written post as always! (dont know how ive only just seen it) details are the best part of any life – its the simple things xx (love you)