grace in small things. 191 of 365.

watching old cycles of america’s next top model from the time before Tyra’s ego exploded over everything.
the song that distracted me from the breakdown I could have had today.
meals that don’t require plates or utensils.
sinfully good pastry.
walking across bridges at night.

grace in small things. 190 of 365.

the geese that have taken over the city.
being surprised by a rainbow.
the eggs that were able to withstand being dropped, crushed and otherwise manhandled because of my tired and forgetful state.
a hot bath.
carbohydrates.

being so engrossed in the necklace I was making, that I didn’t realise the entire morning and part of the afternoon were over.
the craft supply tornado that has attacked my apartment because it means I was so busy creating things I didn’t have time to clean.
telling a friend that the necklace she made looks great and really meaning it.
the feeling of getting rid of old things that no longer have a place in my life.
doing something I have been talking about for months and having it turn out better than I could have imagined.

cheering for a wasp.
our hilarious play-by-play commentary on the photo shoot that was happening next to us on the beach.
the ikea catalogue.
weeks that just fly by.
pages filled with sketches of pretty things I’m going to make.

all the friends I have collected from failed relationships.
conversations that go from beauty products to famous ex-boyfriends to farm accidents to politics and back to beauty products.
the combination of food, wine and fabulous people.
the last Thursday of the week.
the good hostessing skills I inherited from my mother.

going back to sleep after waking up early, and having a dream that made me smile for the rest of the day.
finding a new outfit in my closet.
being able to laugh at myself for spraying my entire body with hairspray instead of the areosol sunscreen I had intended.
having the sense of humour of a twelve year old boy.
my new knife skillz.

watching a blind person see a sculpture with their hands.
witnessing a small child’s first boat ride.
being told by someone you love that they are now officially divorced, and hearing the happiness in their voice.
the swell of pride you get when you see how someone has flourished after being held back for years.
inviting someone to come for a visit, and knowing that, as soon as they can, they will make the trip.

being inspired to cook for the second day in a row.
making my favourite french dish for the first time and having it turn out perfectly.
meals that require you to cook with an entire bottle of red wine.
getting to share delicious things with my best friends.
knowing that two metres away, my dishes are washed and my freezer is filled with the wonderful things that I made.