So now my birthday cards have come down and with the final of The Great British Bake Off done and dusted – go Nadiya! I guess we are on the Christmas countdown. Strictly is well under way the nights are getting darker, my candles are lit each night, although we haven’t had a fire in log burner as yet.
Autumn is well and truly here and I think it’s my favourite season. The changing colour of nature, jumpers, coats, snuggles and blankets. But then winter ahhh winter is a true love – frosty mornings, the promise of snow, Christmas fun and the beginning of a new year, sparkly dresses, glitter nail polish.
What about Spring? The joy, the new life and growth, the lighter evenings, feeling fresh and shaking off the weight of a winter wardrobe. But summer in the mix, balmy evenings in the garden, freshly cut grass, summer clothes, summer nails!, the sheer joy of a holiday, lush! Is Autumn my fave?
Lets say I like a change in the seasons I love them all for very different reasons and can’t pick a favourite.
This year feels like it has been sooo busy for socialising! I may exaggerate. Weekend after weekend its like I have spent no time at home which has often been pointed out to me by Twin I and II. So I have declared the month of November a NO GOING OUT MONTH, yes you heard right, not a night out in sight and the thought of it thrills me. In fact October plans are pretty calm although there is a girlie overnighter in Manchester planned mid month (eeek! excited) should be eventful and blogworthy.
No plans for November – no plans… feels amazing.
Although there will be temptation thrown my way, probably from my bae-star. I should introduce the bae-star, she’s Thelma to my Louise, my crochet Yoda. A tiny ginger with the hugest heart (it’s probably a purple heart that beats inside her). She’s my sister from an other mister and likes to plan party nights out and party nights in. There ain’t no party like a bae-star party.
Will I resist? Can I say no? this is the question, I feel resolute but the force is strong! Obviously crochet nights and a couple in the BoatNorses don’t count as going out so I shan’t be reclusive.
Whilst revelling in my joy of slobbing out I mentioned my plans, or lack of them, in the workplace where it was pointed out to me that I say this every year. Apparently every year I proclaim that I need to stay home to snuggle down in my nest, to hibernate from the social world. I want to turn on my twinkly lights and wear wooly socks in front of a raging fire sipping Baileys and eating comfort food. My friend says all of a sudden my social media photos change and turn to soft lighting and a warm glow. Oooh just thinking about it makes me happy. It’s the whole experience setting the room up for nestling down, like a furry creature wrapped in my pjs and dressing gown, circling the piles of scatter cushions trampling my spot to curl up on.
It’s heaven in a living room my natural habitat and I have learned that there is a word for this, a Danish word ‘hygge’ (pronounced ‘hooga’) which translates roughly to ‘cosiness’. You have to google it, it’s me, it’s my ultimate feel good environment.
So maybe Autumn/Winter are my favourites, now where is that pack of tea lights…….
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