To me, there’s nothing better than getting home from a day battling the Great Outdoors and nesting. That whole easy-living concept, of not really caring all that much that my favourite thing is to get home, shrug into butter-soft loungewear, tuck my MacBook under my arm and nestle under several blankets. (I really feel the cold, okay?)
Hygge [”HUE-gah” :: The Danish ritual of enjoying life's simple pleasures. Friends. Family. Graciousness.
The art of Danish hygge has completely taken our awkwardly polite, work-a-day British way of life by storm, teaching us to enjoy everyday joys, to pay just a touch more attention to what makes us feel alive and creating a nice, warm atmosphere. Apparently it roughly translates to cosiness but it’s more of a culmination of embracing time spent with loved ones, of flickering candlelight at home and of sitting around the dining table, discussing everything in sight and on the mind. And, in a way, that’s pretty much how I try to live my life anyway.