Aiming For The ‘Christmas Feeling’ All Year

Ideally I’d decorate my bedroom with the ‘Christmas feeling’ for all of eternity. I’m not one of those quirky’s that’ll have their Christmas tree up all year round, thank you for wondering, I’m definitely not that level of cool, but oh do I aspire to it. My level of cool only reaches to the ‘feeling’ all year round. We’re talking about feelings. I’m one of those people.

I personally have a lot. I’m not sure if that’s a thing, but when I speak to people, whether it be in depth or only skimming the surface, I always seem to have a million more emotions than the other person. I used to see it as a negative characteristic in my life – staring comments like ‘why are you so sensitive?’ – but I can’t live my life like that, I gotta embrace my ‘sensibility’ and write down that poem, hug those trees and be passionate about any little irrelevant thing that I deem worthy.

I do question whether we all have these emotions and I just refuse to push them down. I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve – it drips off my sleeve. Like water off a ducks back, I won’t absorb the feelings into myself. Or I question if social norms keeps it in others, but that’s going down a whole different rabbit hole that I’ll only do in my brain to save you all. It’s too late for me.

But YES, I’d like to have that xmas feeling in my new bedroom. I think the closest to describing it is this hygge phenomenon that is sweeping the Earth at the moment. Unfortunately it doesn’t describe it that well because there isn’t an English translation for it, other than cosiness, but that doesn’t paint the whole picture. But I shall google the definition, one sec…

My favourite explanation is; In essence, hygge means creating a nice, warm atmosphere and enjoying the good things in life with good people around you. The warm glow of candlelight is hygge. Friends and family – that’s hygge too. And let’s not forget the eating and drinking – preferably sitting around the table for hours on end discussing the big and small things in life. Perhaps the Danish idea of hygge explains why Danes are often considered the happiest people in the world? 

That’s from visit Denmark.

I’ve already visited Denmark – not that I won’t again, this website is telling me to and it seems rude to ignore it. I went to Copenhagen in 2013 for my 22nd birthday, and oh my God, it’s true. It’s all true! What’s true, you ask? I dunno, but it was lovely and there’s definitely a different, relaxed feeling there, which England usually lacks in. At the time I wasn’t aware of this hygge word, but I suppose that’s what it was.

I went in May but it was gorgeous weather, and I think it may have been a bank holiday of some sort for them (it was May 15th). If not it’s even more cool because there were so many locals out in Nyhavn just drinking next to the river. Just sitting on the wall. Casual. If it was England we would have a huge fence up so no one would jump or fall in, and there’d be signs everywhere warning about how deep it is, and maybe the floor gets slippery when wet. I don’t know. I’m all for safety (anxious brain) but I’m all for this way more. I felt so comfortable there.

I’m so going to get lost on that website once I’ve finished up here.

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Here is a photo of exactly what I said, didn’t even realise this photo of me existed. May 2013

I sound like I’m shitting all over England. I do love England. I can say that with confidence after living abroad.

Back on track. Bedroom. Christmas feeling. So think Santa’s workshop – without the toys everywhere and elves. Think candles, blankets, rugs. Think layers of things (I’m not a minimalist). Think lived in. Think twinkly lights, fun. Think books and tea. Think plants. Think warm, an orange glow, things I love, a work space for arts and crafts. Think imperfect. Think comfort.

That’s the plan.

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Jingle all the way. Nobody likes a half-arsed jingler.
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