I have spent so many hours reading books I didn't like, just because I felt a moral obligation to finish what I'd started. It got me thinking about how easy it is to drop a show, skip an album or abandon a film without a second thought. But when it comes to leaving a book unfinished, there's an odd sense of guilt that follows.

Take it back to the beginning and there was something genuinely lovely about whimsy in everyday life. It meant a cute charm on your bag, mismatched socks, a strange painting you thrifted, or wearing something ridiculous simply because you liked it. I collect wine bottles and turn them into bangle stands. Whimsy at its best was about seeing what you already had a little differently. It was never about having more.