01 Jun, 2014

Il Dolce Far Niente

By slowing down at the right moments, people find that they do everything better: They eat better; they make love better; they exercise better; they work better; they live better.”

— Carl Honoré


If you are very lucky, you’re allowed to be in certain places during just the right season of your life: by the sea for the summer when you’re seven or eight and full of the absolute need to swim until dark and exhaustion close their hands together, cupping you in between.

― Jonathan Carroll


But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.

We’ve been led into a culture that has been engineered to leave us tired, hungry for indulgence, willing to pay a lot for convenience and entertainment, and most importantly, vaguely dissatisfied with our lives so that we continue wanting things we don’t have. We buy so much because it always seems like something is still missing.”

― Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed via Raptitude

THINGS I HAVEN’T HAD IN THE LONGEST TIME a proper sit-down breakfast with my love, an afternoon at the movies, a body scrub (!), a swim, a pedicure, a chance to listen to a podcast uninterrupted, the feeling where I didn’t need to do anything, a shop, a moment to mail my written cards, the time to read a magazine from cover to cover (finishing #GIRLBOSS over a few nights last month was a feat, let me tell you). In short, a chance to breathe or look after myself to the point where I’ve been unable to shake off this infection of the airways for two weeks now.

The days have been long and rough and well, I guess life is just doing its job. Just a season where everything is on hold. Even fun things like Pinning, buying a little tchotchke for the home or escaping into a good  issue of Architectural Digest or Conde Nast Traveler – I mean, you just can’t do that when everything has been put on ice. For the record, I don’t believe that life should be peachy-keen 100% of the time. The struggle is what makes achieving anything so worth it but man can it get exhausting sometimes. So I guess it’s back to not overthinking things and re-learning the sweet art of doing nothing… at least on weekends, anyway.

HERE’S A RANDOM STORY This evening was over in Holland Village bent over a shelf of magazines at my favourite newsagents when I smelled Musc Ravageur by Frederic Malle. It was just a wisp of it. Musc Ravageur? In this oppressive heat? I thought there could only be one person who would wear that here. I literally followed my nose with my eyes, tracing the lines of a man’s feet, then legs, then smart vest and knit tie and finally, scanning who I realised was an old friend of mine. Panama hat and everything. What are the odds! We gave each other a quick hug and I walked him to foot reflexology then went on to take my own dinner up the street. This ol’ nose has never let me down before.

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