the way we would wish


The bitterness has lifted from the outside air, I’ve pulled open all of the curtains in the apartment to let in some light without fear that the cold will seep in through the glass. I’ve still been following the January Cure from Apartment Therapy, this weekend it was time to clean the bedrooms. After spending a day cleaning the main bedroom the cat has decided that the white blanket now on our bed is her favourite, and that the sun shines through this window in this spot at the perfect angle for her. She will sleep on the blanket for most of the day or attack our toes as they slide beneath it when we go to bed in the evening. I easily forget how calming it can be to have an organised bedroom, a made bed and no laundry waiting to be folded. I’m disorganized; tidying up isn’t usually particularly high on my priority list.

“We have to accept human behaviour the way it is, not the way we would wish it to be.”

 – Don Norman, The Design of Everyday Things

Sunday morning breakfast was french toast made with day-old rye from the bakery. I began reading The Design of Everyday Things in the afternoon, after I’d finished cleaning the bathroom. I only got about 20 pages in before I was pulled away for some Mario Kart racing, but there’s this little niggling feeling at the back of my brain. A desire to make, build and create things. A desire to think about and re-design how we use this space that we live in. My husband knows me better than I know myself, he bought me this book for my birthday back in September and I have only just been able to get around to reading it. He must have known that it would spur me to think more about making and designing, sometimes I forget how happy it makes me to do those things. Sometimes I forget that I have to make the effort to incorporate these things into my life.

By the dining room window, as I’m seated at the table to work on some projects, I can hear the drip drip drip of the melting snow falling from the roof. I have a list of projects that I need to work on and I can barely contain my enthusiasm nor decide where to begin.


    • Yes! I’m really enjoying it, although non-fiction is a bit of a more difficult read than fiction. I’ve been reading it in little snippets here and there as opposed to sitting down and absorbing the whole thing like I would with a novel. Definitely lots to think about, for any creative type.

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