I am in a bit of a
manic crazy clean all the things cry over nothing panic attack OMG SO OVERWHELMED WITH EVERYTHING state of the feels at the moment, so I thought I would walk around my house and find things that make me happy.
Apart from my people. That is a given.
So from the front door I am wandering around taking pictures as I smile.
Straight out of the phone camera, no editing (just size and border), no second takes and no tidying up.
Just as it is.
Just as it happens.
Just as I smile. This oversized cherry garden ornament greets me as I get home and I love it. It is silly and whimsical and my very best favouritist fruit in the universe. Which of course is only available a couple of months a year.
Again, another garden ornament as you walk in the door. Wearing a top hat from ‘Just Jack’ the Christmas tree. This fucker makes me giddy with joy. Christmas, Easter, stupid arse things where they don’t belong… he ticks ALL my boxes. This lovely sits next to the TV. I have been looking for her forever.
Bitch is fabulous.
(as is the central heating, represented by the temp sensor above)
Continuing on the fabulous and sparkly theme my house is full of sparkles… Disco balls everywhere, this isn’t even all of them, catching the light at different times of the day and throwing sparkles of joy.
You should totally do this.
Makes me warmcuddlehappy just looking at it.
Maya the Kitchenaid – been with us for 10 years and still pumping out birthday cakes like a Catholic in the 1800’s.
The impulse buy, Rubics ottoman. Bought during 12 Days of Kelley and the best of them all.
And Richard the Roomba. The
second third* thing (besides my idevices and my shoes) that is not a human that I would save in a fire, and the first thing I would replace if I couldn’t get to it. Even if I was living in my car. Roombas are essential.
A bit of whimsy, and a use for the useless fucking crystal that we got for our wedding when we explicitly requested Bunnings vouchers or paint.** (it could probably do with a clean… but keeping it real here, motherfuckers)
(and who needs so many fucking remotes in a KITCHEN, MPS? Seriously, do you know what each one is for or are we still holding onto remotes from tv’s we had back last century?)
And my Lady Room… Still very much a work in progress (oh and the TUTORIALS I will give you!!!!) it needs zhooshing and a lick of paint – I am thinking a soft grey? – to cover up
the hole Boo’s artistic expression that is behind the mirror and I need a girly chair, but I am loving creating a space just for me.
And the washing…
Finally we come to here, where I am sitting and feeling oh so self important posting images of things that make me happy to entertain the
millions hundreds tens millions of you that come to visit here and read what drivel I post. And THAT makes me happy.
Do you have a house full of objects that exist just make you happy?
Or even just one thing? I bet you do, and if you choose to write a post about it hook me up with the deets in the comments here, I love seeing other peoples happy.
* Ok lets just say that I would totes save it in theory but it would definitely be the first thing replaced. Probably. I do love it though. A LOT.
**for back when we had a house. This makes me unhappy to think about so lets Scarlett that shit.