6 (Un)important Things

A while ago, I was tagged by Left Hand Endeavor to make out a little list of little things that make me happy. Finally, in an especially depressing English II session yesterday I got down to writing it out. Here goes!

6 (Un)important things that make me happy (though I think their lack of importance is highly debatable!)

1) Wearing my boyfriend's clothes


His t-shirts are soft and well-worn, his sweaters are big and cozy and some are even cashmere! Since I can't actually come hang out under his desk all day at work (though there is plenty of room down there, I checked), this is essentially the next best thing. The shirt I'm wearing above used to be his.

2) Thinking about what people are doing in the beautiful, far away places I have visited



Yesterday I almost missed my stop on the train because I was daydreaming about life in Riomaggiore. How deep is the snow in Gimmelwald, high up in the Berner Oberland? Is anyone staying at the hostel? What about the farmers and their cows who live on the slopes above, or the little orange cat we met in front of an old hayloft? Bacharach, Röthenburg, Vernazza, Füssen, Stechelberg: I spent only a few days in these towns but I miss them and think about them often. I wish I could be in a million places at once!

3) Flowers


In my mind, there is nothing better to give or to receive than flowers. Growing up on Thousand Flower Farm, I used to help harvest and bundle them for market: dahlias, lilies, foxgloves, zinnias, delphiniums, sweet william, carnations, zulu daisies, crocosmia, cosmos and on and on. I wish I could afford to fill my apartment with cabbage roses and tuberose all the year round, but instead here in the city I am mostly limited to sidewalk stands and an occasional farmer's market splurge. Even so, nothing brightens my day like a $5.00 bunch of spray roses, yellow if it's snowing and pink in the summertime.


4) Smelling things


I love going into places that sell perfumes or lotions or potions or even shampoos and conditioner, and taking my time to investigate their various scents. Places like Fresh and Sephora are especially good for this, one of my many lifelong fall-back free activities, but pretty much any old grocery store or Rite Aid will do. I think this also ties partly into my constant search for a perfume that I like, one that can become my "signature" (that sounds so dumb, but I really want one!). I think most perfumes smell awful and fake and pants-suity. But I still get a kick out of smelling them!

5) Seeing old movies at Film Forum


It's been too long since I did this one! I love how small and personal the theatre feels. I love that almost everyone who goes there seems to genuinely love films and talking about them and thinking about them and being moved by them. And standing in line doesn't bother me because it's the best for classy people watching. I once saw the most amazing couple there, they looked like they stepped right out of a masterful collaboration between Jean-Luc Godard and Wes Anderson. They were both so pretty and nervous, and excited to see "Pierrot le Fou". During the film I sat next to an elderly gentleman who kept apologetically blowing his nose at all the worst times. And it was still great, and I can't wait to do it again.

6) Last but not Least:


This cat's tiny wee face.