When somebody asks you to write a post about five likes and / or dislikes, you think ‘easy’. Then you sit back and…
Seriously, I know that I overthink everything but this has really taught me about myself. Specifically that I’m quite possibly completely incapable of focus.
Pomeranian dogs – I’m not going to apologise for this. They’re cheery. There isn’t enough cheery about.
Seafood – most of it anyway. Mainly I prefer it hot but a really handsome man can feed it to me cold dipped in aïoli. I give my consent freely.
Midnight blue – it’s not navy and it’s not purple. Sorry, I know it when I see it – it’s just perfect.
Peonies – they flower for two weeks of the year. One of which contains my birthday. If I don’t get given them, I buy them for myself.
Speed – I have a naturally reckless streak. I have calmed down a lot but, given the chance, I would behave like a teenage boy quite happily.
Mud – I don’t go back to the country often. This is one of many reasons for my decision.
Spiders – except tarantulas. Tarantulas look like hamsters with eight legs.
Bridget Jones Diary – seriously? Don’t compare it to Jane Austen. She’d be spinning in her grave. It’s terrible. Try giving us a woman character who isn’t a complete fuckwit. Don’t know any? Be one.
One-upmanship – the minute you start, I know I’m better than you. You lose. Oops.
Minimalist interior design – soooo…it’s a cold, wintry evening and you’re watching your Band of Brothers boxset. It’s the Bastoigne episode. You reach for the blanket to pull around you as you sit on your Eames chair – except you don’t have one as the fringing wasn’t boring enough for your design scheme. I bet cosy never looked less twee. This is the moment when you know that hygge truly is a philosophy. Or ‘wisdom for life’ if you need the correct translation.
It’s really hard to write about dislikes without sounding misanthropic. It’s worth remembering that I’m actually quite a cheery person. I swear.
So much so that I’m doing a piece on holiday sweaters tomorrow.
Love, Sophie x