sunday delights

luteal de-puffing elixirs, not a *brat* + an attempted rotting day.

hello little darlins*

i write this from a makeshift pillowfort in a bed where an obscene amount of oddly shaped + sized pillows and cushions are accompanied by warm wooly blankets and a heating pad. my legs are crossed. my feet are cozy in a pair of my lover’s vans socks. i’m cloaked in a giant sweatshirt that is lined with the yummiest strangest furry material and i am wearing a silk sleep mask on my forehead. this highly sensitive *touch of the tis* girly is in sensory heaven.

it is the first sunday of november. this is how i want all of november to feel. yummy. cozy. pleasurable.

so far, i’m right on track. the weekend has been filled with softness and indulgence, little moments of appreciation and an earnest focus on sparking joy: buying treats, basking in girl therapy pastimes + noticing. always noticing. with reverence warmth childlike delight. this letter is my first official happy little list inspired by the energy of appreciating. bon apetit. enjoy*

today: a diary entry

today, i tried and failed to have a *rotting day* .

i think what it really is…is that all i really need sometimes is the permission to feast/rest/quit/rebel. i.e: watching tv first thing in the morning, languishing in bed, skipping movement in lieu of rest, ordering the pizza. once i let go, my natural discipline/self regulation kicks in and i’m able to do the thing that is most aligned/supportive/productive from a place of ease and flow.

that’s how this morning went. i offered myself supreme luxury + ample time re: getting out of bed. i made my special collagen tea and went about pitter pattering in the kitchen, putting dishes away, listening to my audio book. i got early morning sunshine but did not force myself to “earth” . favoring instead a cozy curled up position on the comfortably cushioned adirondak chair. at 10am, after being awake for a total 4 hours, my body wanted a nap + i didn’t judge myself. i listened. i nestled deep into my pillow fort, listened to a tobemagnetic meditation, rubbed some pressure points on my face and nodded off for a sweet 20 minutes of total oblivion.

i am my best self after a little kitten nap.

i woke up buoyant and re-energized. in an at once positive + deeply grounded mood. happy, not manic. i called my bf and bragged about the rotting day in store (i have been bragging to my closest loved ones about this all week) and enjoyed their appreciation. this “rotting” thing does not come naturally to my capricorn stellium, type a, slightly neurotic, always in my divine masculine baddass queen self. sure enough, after lingering for a few moments more i decided i’d like to go on a long, lovely walk. enough of that softness. time to be productive!

i laced up my platform suede shoes, threw on my new beloved deep green wool coat over the gray soft jersey tee i’d slept in and placed an un-ironic, perfect fitting thrifted navy blue vintage starbucks hat on. my mother found this purchase baffling, everyone did- as i work in specialty coffee- but it frames my face perfectly and the hue makes me look less pale and washed out. somehow, i feel, it makes the whites of my eyes pop, my cheeks blush, and my skin glow a bit. perhaps it’s all in my mind but the placebo affect has me walking taller with dropped shoulders and a bit of pep in my step.

my grocery shopping haul was charmingly minimal. a tiny fjallraven backpack was enough to contain the essentials: cream for my coffee, a hot cocoa lipbalm, and baby carrot sticks *luteal phase necessity*. i bought myself an organic vanilla bean cup of joe, imbued it with milk and honey, and set off on a long, hilly, stroll. the orange, yellow, auburn, lime green, soft brown, and spindly branches on trees all around popped against the clear, periwinkle sky. i’m more of a gloomy weather bebe but it was undeniably gorg. i listened to the playlist i’d crafted for this special occasion: the first sunday in november!

i walked and walked and sweat + came up with ideas for things to write about and imagined cute scenarios and dream days and what it will be like when i get back to copenhagen. immensely enjoyable way to pass an afternoon.

when i got back the leaves had been raked and were burning in a massive bonfire. i made a de-puffing mocktail elixir (more on that below) and watched the episode i had downloaded of the great british baking show.

+ here we are!

a little pleasures + delights list - my musings and favorites this early november.

noodling over:

is it only me or is there shame associated with not feeling like a *brat*? i did NOT have a brat girl summer or autumn. i do not party. i’m not a hot mess, but rather a healing, hermit, homebody. the aesthetic of a sexy bad girl bra-less bitch who smokes cigarettes, drinks too much, and has wild nights gives me *cool girl* energy. which inherently feels shaming. like i’m failing and doing youth wrong. i’ve heard it said that brat is the opposite of clean girl (which is apparently the new antichrist) but i regret to inform you all that if push came to shove + i had to label myself i’d certainly, undoubtedly, undeniably fall in the latter category. i spend way more (all) of my time doing sheet masks and re-wiring my neurons/ soothing my inner child than i do partying. *regretfully.

reading:

limelight by

Daisy Buchanan

i have so much to say about this lovely lovely book but suffice for now to gush: i feel deeply seen, moved, tickled (barbie) pink+ inspired to have less shame about the enormous amount of vanity i possess. as well as deeper insight into how being the tallest girl in the (grade-school) room informed my unwavering awkwardness + body image issues. i’ve recorded a longer podcast on the book, coming out soon on happy little things podcast! xx

loving:

- having a mini fridge + the way it informs my food shopping, coloring it : european, girly, dainty, daily.

-having only a toaster oven in terms of kitchen appliances + the way it informs my cooking: simple, girl dinner-y, easeful.

-my little pumpkin shaped candle which i light every day and night- spooky season is not over, and anyway, gourds are very thanksgiving/autumn harvest coded.

-french girl nail oil for my cuticles. then a slathering of almond hand lotion. short nails so i can properly administer daily face massage.

-eye exercises for more alert, wider, brighter peepers + homeopathic redness drops for chronic scrollers.

- wind chimes, piles of leaves, lanterns + witchy decorations left over from halloween.

-wearing my fluffy slippers, cozy jammies, silk eye mask, thick socks + chunky sweater all sunday long.

-my luteal phase de-puffing protocol: a dandelion elixir (recipe below) + tracing my face with an acupressure pen on “lymphatic drainage” points.

dandelion de-puffing delicious elixir:

the naturopath i’m working with on my *hormone healing* journey prescribed dandelion root + leaf tea as part of my protocol. i am to drink 1 - 2 bags daily, and double the dosage on the week before my period. here’s how i make that actually enjoyable + fun.

2 bags of dandelion tea *preferably traditional medicinals* steeped in 1/2 cup freshly boiled water for 10 minutes + chilled at room temp.

1/2 cup cooled down coffee (or coldbrew)

generous splash of half n half or nutpod *must be creeeeamy

dash of raw honey or good maple syrup

sprinklings of cinnamon, colostrum powder + collagen

blend w hand whisk until fully incorporated and serve over ice in an elegant cup. sip + feel like de-bloated, domestic, kitchen witchy, herbalist-esque natural beauty.

that’s all for today divine creatures.

i plan on sharing these sunday scary-reducing, coziness + wellbeing inducing habits, marvelings + roundups weekly. if that doesnt happen and it’s more of a bi-monthly or thrice quarterly deal pls dont judge and/or leave me. i’m trying to be in my divine feminine/softly rotting/ intuitive energy era. thank you.

with lots of love + blessings,

mimi xx