I got totally inspired last week after stumbling across a gorgeous blog by a photographer who recently embarked on a list project: one list every week for a year. You probably don’t know this about me, but I am a longtime maker and lover of lists. My most important lists are of course my ‘to-do’ lists (a weekly one kept in my iphone notes, and a monthly one stuck on the wall next to my desk), but I have written dozens and dozens of lists written about big, small, silly and serious things in my life since I started keeping a diary back in the dark ages. True. I love lists. So I’m going to be taking on this project myself, and posting one list every Friday for the next 52 weeks, just for fun!
50 things I love in the world
- The smell of freshly ground coffee. (I like drinking it too, but I’m picky and sometimes it can be a big disappointment. Whereas the smell is never disappointing and always beeeooootiful.)
- Kisses and cuddles from my gorgeous little boy.
- Summer nights.
- Scarves.
- Sunflowers.
- Home-grown vegetables.
- Great conversation.
- Vintage, retro anything. Just old things; their character and history.
- John Fluevog shoes.
- Paper.
- Floaty dresses.
- Dutch pastries.
- French accents.
- Pasta.
- Arriving in a place I’ve never been.
- Big chunky boots.
- People’s stories.
- Chocolate covered licorice.
- Authenticity.
- Books.
- Kitty-cats.
- Frozen blueberries.
- Singing.
- Hot showers.
- Slipping into bed in the middle of winter when my electric blanket is on 9.
- Gelato.
- The colour red.
- ‘Distressed’ furniture
- Hysterical laughter. The kind that almost makes you throw up.
- Passion.
- 8 month old babies.
- Beige. Although I prefer to call it ‘sand’ or ‘wheat’.
- Shades of grey. In life and in a colour palette.
- Live music.
- Bruschetta. (But please pronounce it correctly – it’s a hard c.)
- Courage.
- Men wearing colourful socks underneath ordinary pants.
- Jarmies.
- Toddler mispronunciations.
- Sticky wine.
- Openness.
- Handmade clothes on little kids.
- Enid Blyton and the gift she gave to my childhood.
- When people follow their dreams.
- Red hair.
- Pregnant women, especially when they’re beloved friends.
- The beach at sunset.
- Watching or listening to my son and my husband playing together and enjoying each other’s company.
- Love. And the fact that it really is the most important thing in the world.
- Lists.

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