I was born to bright swirls of yellows and greens in the sky, blue bright waves crashing by, Brasil.
My mother remarried and we moved to the States. When we did, I wanted to be everything American too, like our adoptive grandmother Patsy. A beloved nurse, a wife to a war hero, a lover of film and dance.
My sister and I didn’t speak much English then, we sat enamored watching Patsy as she put on her drop earrings last.
I’ll never forget our summers spent with her in Texas at the lake. Red hot American days eating ice cream and renting VHS tapes from Patsy’s hideaway place, the local library.
I remember rushing home with her leading us to the den to watch Hepburn, Taylor, Vivien Leigh say things and feel things we couldn’t possibly understand then.
The only thing that quenched our thirst more: Patsy’s famous ice cold, pink lemonades.
Image from Pleasantville
My Happy Place?
The library. And maybe she’s to blame.
I like to spend time at a local bookstore or library. There’s nothing better than grabbing a coffee and strolling along the aisles of unread books. I usually grab a few and drop wherever I am to leaf through.
I enjoy finding treasures along my strolls, for example, the Danish way of living! I always wondered why they’re the happiest people. And so I piled on all of the books I could find, while eating croissant, that there is a method to the happiness- hygge!
Did you know “hygge” is closely defined as “coziness of the soul”? I absolutely love that! And if that’s too aloof for you, a hug in English is the closest feeling.
Comfort, conviviality, simple indulgence and well being are hygge’s means of pleasure.
How to Hygge: cooking with feel good foods from forest, field, and farm. Partaking in cake and buzzy drinks with friends. Purposefully appreciating time with those we love and with animals. Maintaining a simply designed home but efficient too to leave more time with dog.
Lola (picture above) is my best friend & my 24/7 Hygge
Here’s my travel guide of the senses for Chicago, IL:
The smell of: peppered bacon, rye, extra polar ice gum
The feel of: your mom’s cross cable knit throw
Bring: the lip slip, a faux fur vest, No7 mascara
Not to miss: burger and fries at Au Cheval and Judy Maxwell Home
In case you thought I’d settle for ranunculus asiaticus.