Things I particularly like
Yesterday, I finished a bottle of hand wash and got a little bit excited as I took a new bottle out of the bathroom cupboard and thought about using it for the first time: I've always liked starting a new bottle of soap. Frustratingly, Ben got there before I did, but it made me think about the other little things I particularly like doing and which bring a smile to my face.
As well as starting a new bottle, finishing a bottle is satisfying too.
When I've boiled just the right amount of water for the number of hot drinks I need to make.
Similarly, when I have just the right amount of cash in my purse and don't need to pay for milk using a card.
The sound a jar makes when you open the lid for the first time.
Eating Party Rings and trying to fit them on my fingers, even though it's been years since my fingers were small enough to wear them. Party Rings are currently on offer in Tesco, I may have bought a few.
I like the feeling of giving blood. Obviously it's a good feeling anyway, but I like the feeling of the tube being taped to my inner arm and how the blood is warm when it comes out. Admittedly, this sounds a little odd, but I've always liked stroking my forearm, I find it reassuring and often find myself doing it absentmindedly.
Running my hands through bags and boxes containing lots of small items. Especially a box of buttons. My box of buttons is a neatly divided one, so not really suitable for playing with, but my Guiding district collects milk bottle tops (which are then given to a local recycling centre in exchange for a donation to the local children's hospice) so I run my fingers through that most weeks. Sometimes some Brownies join in too.
I've made quite a few blankets now for friends' babies and all the parents have sent me photos of their baby using said blanket as a thank you, which is appreciated. What I particularly like is seeing photos of the baby a few months (years) later and the blanket looks well-loved and still in use. I made something which lasts! My sewing in of ends was good enough!
I like getting out of bed/off the sofa to make a cup of tea, go to the toilet, whatever, and then getting back under the duvet/blanket and it is still lovely and warm from a few moments ago. Is there a word for this feeling? I feel there ought to be!
Sometimes, it really is the simple things!