I love my flat. One of the reasons that I love my flat, is that it’s full of things I love. Things I’ve been given, that have meaning for lots of different reasons.  I’ve been thinking about those things recently and decided that when it occurs to me, I’m going to take a photo and put down why they are important to me…

First up

It’s a mug.  It’s lovely because my mum gave it to me on my 16th birthday and because it hasn’t been broken, chipped or otherwise damaged in the 20 plus years I’ve owned it (yep, I’m that old!).  I use it nearly every day.  There’s something about age and use that transforms objects from ordinary to precious and this mug which was nothing special to begin with, is now something I love.  I love this mug because it is familiar, I used this mug at home when I lived with my parents, when I moved out, when I moved back home, when I moved out again to live with Craig and when I moved to my own flat. It’s seen me through bad choices and hangovers, now I use it for herbal tea.  Stef used it (a measure of how much I trusted him, because no-one other than me uses it!).