So I did the deep and reflective post on the coming year, now time for all the little things which I have resolved will make this year all kinds of awesome.
1. Build a good home liquor stash
It seems I'm not alone in this new years resolution, if the ladies of twitter are anything to go by (and they are). There is just something very grown up about having some good, tasty, hard liquor in the house, which you intend to drink in moderation*. I mean come on now, I'm not 18 anymore. A cider and black just won't cut it. What's your favourite grown up drink? I'm a rum kind of girl.
2. Print more photographs
So, I take a lot of photographs. I mean, thousands. It's stupid really, and another of my resolutions really needs to be to self edit more. But in the mean time, what I really need to do is actually print the Goddamn things and fill our house with all these memories that I lovingly take and edit and then leave on the hard drive. For shame. Also included in this resolution is the need to start and finish Sachins baby books. Before he turns 18.
3. Grow stuff
Last year, I feebly tested the 'growing stuff' waters. We ended up with lots of herbs, some salad, a few tomatoes and some strawberries. This year I'm going to really get my hands dirty and plant so that we can have an abundance of fresh food this summer. Wish me luck. Oh and all tips gratefully recieved!
4. Read. Lots.
I have always loved to read. Probably because I spent a good part of my childhood in a library - I mean it was free and full of amazing places to escape to, my Mum knew a good day out. Since having Sachin though, reading has taken a back seat. Mostly because when I do get time to read, I'm so tired that as soon as my eyes hit the page, the words wash over and calm and...yep, send me to sleep. But I'm a lot more awake now (thank God, I mean he's two!) and in the past month alone have read three whole books. I might blog about them a bit too.
5. Learn to knit.
Ok so this one is a bit of a funny one. Because you see, I did learn to knit. My friend came over and taught me the basics and left me with the needles and the wool and I practiced over and over until I got a whole test square perfect. Then I meant to go buy more wool, and didn't. And now I've forgotten how to do it. So I need to learn again, then actually do it.
So by my reckoning, this will mean that by the end of the year I will be:
A woman drinking rum, in a house filled with memories that made it onto the walls, whose eaten lots of home grown produce, sat next to a massive pile of books (all of them read), wearing a wooly hat created with her own bare hands.
What are your fun things to do this year?
*you know, most of the time.