There are certain things I come back to time and time again. Most often it will be books, those well thumbed pages that draw me back and keep me thinking about them long after they've been put back on the shelves. I've noticed that many of these favourites have seasons all of their own, reappearing at certain moments dependant on my mood or time of year. They provide a reassurance and warmth that sometimes only they can give. So I wanted to make a note of them here and share them with this space and with you.
I may call them my 'old favourites' but some things have only fairly recently come into my life but have already wriggled their way under my skin.
This copy of The English Patient actually belonged to my sister which she read as part of her English Lit degree many years ago. I never took out the tabs that she placed throughout and I liked coming across her annotations written in her very distinctive handwriting. I'm really not sure what it is about this book that has embedded itself into my brain, but often when I read a new book I find myself missing the feeling that this book imparted to me.
At any point on most days I can be found playing with my rings that I wear everyday. The amber one I purchased in Prague and was my most expensive purchase of the trip, whilst the simple knot ring I got in Spitalfields market one birthday. The other two rings I bought more recently from our last trip to Spitalfields Market, and are actually from the same stall that I bought my knot ring from. If I forget to put them on I often feel lost without them and my hands are left with an empty feeling instead. They both remind me of happy times and special people.
My knitted navy jumper is one I seem to forget about at the back of my wardrobe for most of the year, until the air starts to chill and I go hunting for something warm and cosy. It was a birthday present many many years ago and it was something I had picked out on a visit to the Dartmoor Agricultural show. It provides a comfort that extends further than the obvious. It also reminds me of an archaeological dig I was on once as another girl had a similar jumper and wore it with such style along with a red scarf in her hair which made it feel like we were land girls.
I can't go many years without watching Howl's Moving Castle. I was first introduced to it when I was at college in Brighton when I watched it with friends eating the best jelly bear sweets and foam mushrooms you can imagine- which unfortunately have never tasted quite the same since. Fargo is another old favourite which is made all the more meaningful by mine and R's frequent quotation to each other. Whilst the watching of Little Women is reserved for Christmas time or when I'm feeling very ill and sorry for myself.
What are some of your old favourites? Let me know!