love as many things as possible
I am a perpetual lover of things. I love so many things that sometimes I feel a bit overwhelmed and unsure about what lovely thing to do next.
Pretty much all of my blog posts start with the words 'I love it' and I have on occasion considered myself to be somewhat fickle in my affections. Fickle being a rather delicate word to describe a potential shallowness of character; flitting from one shiny thing to the next like a happy magpie is just my thing though and I'm quite pleased about that really.
I don't see loving as many things as possible as a bad thing, in fact I think it's rather good. Having a wide range of things you find lovely gives you a greater appreciation of the world around you and appreciation of anything is a sure-fire route to happiness. Lena Dunham said in a recent interview that her parents "both have really healthy attitudes about their own bodies but also about the range of things that can be beautiful" and consequently the incredible Dunham feels able to do anything and feel wonderful because she knows that loveliness isn't constrained by narrow definitions especially not the Hollywood kind. I love that her parents did that for her.
Don't get me wrong, I look on with admiration at people who specialise in a particular 'thing', people who have a passion for a style, era, colour or trend. People whose houses, blogs, wardrobes and instagram are colour coordinated in perfect shades of white, cream and grey. So classy, so serene, so perfect, so freaking unattainable for the scatterbrained likes of me. I have to be surrounded by colour and life, all sorts of colour, all sorts of life but mainly a grubby toddler, a massive hairy dog and a little bit of mess. Yes, you see I have to feel like I'm living in a living space, not a shop window display, I have to be surrounded by lovely things to see and do.
Loving as many things as possible also means you can be easily charmed, easily uplifted and most definitely easily pleased. This is a bonus when you have said grubby toddler to entertain on a daily basis because you find that she (and me) can be captivated by a plastic container full of pasta shells, of a jar of pretty pebbles. Yep, no expensive jingly jangly toys in our house just dried pasta and pebbles from the beach. Rock on.
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