A Few of my Favorite Things

This morning…the house got a jolly good polishing. And you know what? A therapeutic spot of spring-cleaning can be such a wholesome task. Being a true Virgo- I’m known for taking pleasure in orderly and menial activities. Things like cleaning a desk drawer out, or sorting my earring collection by colour, design and material.

I sat back on my dust-free sofa, kicked my legs up on the shiny as shine-ola coffee table, and thought about how nice it was. It got me thinking about the things we do for ourselves- JUST for ourselves. As I sat there revelling in my random mental trajectory, the Julie Andrews number “A Few of my Favourite Things” sprung to mind.

So readers—here are a few of mine.

1. Writing. Getting in that rare zone where the creativity is over-spilling onto every inch of page available. The kind of writing where there’s no self-editing as I go. Though I write on a daily basis- it feels like work. I love it…when it doesn’t. I’d like to write something longer than a fucking shopping list right now.
2. Playing/Writing/Performing Music. It’s something I haven’t done in such a long time. I’ve had names for all the instruments I’ve ever owned. There was Miles the blue acoustic. Kristoff the white fender strat. Bartholomew the black Les Paul. Declan the dodgy drum-kit. Oh and some shitty old bass I never really got that attached to. I miss being in a band.
3. Going Mental. There’s lots of different phrases for it I guess. Mashed, Smashed, Fucked, Wasted, Blinded, Wankered, Wrecked, Off your guts, Off your head, and my personal favourite…Obliterated. There’s no denying I love a good night out talking useless shite to a plethora of people. I like to loose control sometimes…Maybe because normally I’m such a together person?
4. Baths. Yes that’s right. I love a good bath. In fact when I was a child I used to take my portable television into the bathroom with me and sit in it for hours. Sometimes…I’d make Mum bring my dinner into the bath for me. Maybe that was just one of those weird demanding only child things…. But I still thoroughly enjoy a good bath with a face-mask, book, and glass of wine. FUCK do I need a glass of wine for everything?
5. Conversational Coffee Feasts. I love people. I love to talk. I love coffee. The great thing about this activity- is you can do it whenever/wherever. You aren’t restricted by weather or location….If it’s a hot day I’ll make it a light-iced-mocha-frappucino in the Whitfield St Gardens. And if the weather is crap I’ll find somewhere warm and cosy with a comfortable couch and a….take a deep breath…. sugar-free vanilla, skimmed milk, double shot latte, extra hot- in a take away cup PuLLLLLLEASE. Coffee Barista’s hate me. So do environmentalists re: the take-away cup issue. Don’t know why…it just always taste better in a take-away cup. I only have this problem at Starbucks though.

So those were a few of my favourite things. I hope I’ve entertained you all once more. I’m going to have a bath, polish my laptop keyboard, neck a little vino, and finish this entry. Heaven hey?

Signing off- Emily G.