A walk in bluebell wood. Sans bluebells, obvs. It was frosty and crunchy and beautiful.
Snow! It still makes me so excited to see the first snow.
Dancing and singing to Christmas songs.
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The White Cube.
A second date with Tom and Kim.
Dancing in the kitchen to Christmas songs.
Listening to Christmas songs on the walk to work and smiling at people and having them smile back.
Scything in the afternoon of volunteer day – and being really bloody good at it!
A foot rub from Jen.
Dolly Parton and her Christmas album. Spotify really knows what I like.
Dotori. All the foods.
Jana. Such a great friend.
Christmas songs, hot chocolate and crafting with Sarah.
We made wreaths!
Dinner at Stuart’s.
Christmas bench at the station.
Sitting in the sun on the platform. It was surprisingly warm, considering the frosty morning.
Christmas arrived at the house. We put up the tree, decorated it and ate mince pies listening to Christmas songs. It’s the first time we’ve all been there together for more than 10 minutes for months.
A night of knitting, pizza, mulled wine and Christmas songs. Starting with this beautiful pike of unraveled wool.
The fox sauntering down the road after work.
Feeling happy. Really genuinely happy. Like the old me happy.
Putting the presents under the tree ready for tomorrow.
Floating in the pool in the sun with all my family. But no kids.
Dancing around the living room and singing Christmas songs really loudly.
The tiny Lego hedgehog.
Putting up Christmas decorations with the kids and dancing along to Christmas songs.
Meeting Chelsea’s parents. Still sounding Scottish after 48 years in Australia.
Missing vital information in the Lonely Planet guidebook.
Sitting reading in the sun.
Hearing Christmas music in a shop for the first time.
Putting up Christmas decorations at work for our mid-winter Christmas. Festive songs on loud, mini mince pies still warm from the oven and lots of tinsel. What could be better!
Walking around a beautiful fabric store, stroking all the gorgeous materials and dreaming about what I’m going to make.
Talking about my mum and realising how similar we are and also just how amazing she is.
Three little things 