A few months back when I had my polycystic ovary diagnosis I was really sad. My husband made it his mission to cheer me up and achieved this by leaving me notes, bought me flowers, chocolates, a beautiful dachshund scarf and two books, (I know, what a double yolker right?!) One was by my favourite author, Roald Dahl and the second was “The Little Book Of Hygge.”
Since reading the hygge book, it’s become such a buzzword and I fear it’s already becoming so overused. But, hygge isn’t just a word. It’s a lifestyle and you can hashtag your pictures all you want -it’s about moments not a X-Pro II filter.
When my husband and I visited Copenhagen last November, it was then I truly understood the meaning of hygge. Scandinavia has it so right, we felt so at home in Denmark!
Since the birth of our adorable little nephew a few weeks, I’ve come to understand more about hygge. We’ve shared weekly family dinners, mugs of tea and sent flowers – just because. It’s about being together, going for cosy woodland walks, watching fireworks, candles, blankets and cooking for each other.
Hygge is simple. It’s a way of life, and one I very much will continue to live. It’s brought me comfort in pain and joy in a teacup. What do you think about hygge?