When We’re (Not) Half Way There

It’s the 8000th of March today so I decided to spruce up the corner where I spend most of my day writing browsing the Internet. I placed the currently on rotation home scents on a cake stand for no particular reason, as well as set a framed photograph of my boyfriend Brad* next to it. This took me about three minutes, so I’m back staring at my neighbours exercise on their balcony across the courtyard. How’s your lockdown working for you?

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Chic Easter Eggs

I was doing my government-approved daily sortie the other day and swung by a newspaper stand (still allowed to keep open). “Chic Easter eggs” exclaimed a title on the cover of an obviously pre-Corona glossy, proffering, as it appeared, a recipe to turn adequate but regular eggs into something chic to adorn one’s Easter feast. It was a hysterical reminder of how quickly perfectly normal things had started to seem almost comically tone-deaf within the lifespan of a monthly fashion magazine.

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Latest Lockdown Literature

I can be a finicky book-byer, and usually do not buy fiction online. Exceptional times, exceptional measures. I made two pacts with myself in the beginning of the lockdown: 1. No drinking wine alone. (Zoom hangovers, anyone?) 2. Netflix only when I have exhausted all other entertainment in the world. (I know myself, and I have no self-restraint and/or -discipline.)

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When Home Is Not Safe

I love every single Instagram post which instructs me to kill time by curling up with a good book after having lit a mood-enhancing scented candle for maximum hygge. I soak up every heavily filtered photo of a long-limbed influencer splayed on an animal hide (cow/sheep/zebra) in their perfectly curated home, pondering which sheet mask she shall try on next while attending a web-based calmness class.

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