To think Mumsnetters are obsessed with being cosy

[Pigeonbilly]

It's driving me insane. Such a twee word. When did the cosy obsession start?

Exactly what I was thinking, it's July ffs.

I think I'm just a person that hates being cooped up indoors. Even in winter I love freah air. It's only 15c but I've got all the windows open
I don't like being cooped up and like fresh air. I also like being cosy.

There's something refreshing about being wrapped up warm when hiking in the snow. I find it satisfying. It's also nice to have the windows open on a winter's morning but by the evening sit down with a cosy blanket. 🤷‍♀️

I could be way off base but there's a danger of there being an undertone that there's some sort of moral superiority for being outdoorsy/fresh air and that enjoying being cosy equals laziness. A similar underlying view that leads people to assume that there's something more virtuous about being an early riser Vs lying in (even if someone lying in gets as much done just at different times of day).

@GillianMcQueef

but some of us clearly don’t! Hence all the talk of getting cosy, snuggling up on the sofa, hot chocs, ‘just me and my little faaaaamily’ etc. Some people seem to genuinely prefer that unless I’m mistaken

I associate being on the sofa with a blanket with being ill. Because that's the only time it happened when I was growing up. Id rather be warm and comfortable due to the weather being nice and it being light until late not surrounding myself with blankets and candles.

Nothing wrong with it if they do! Each to their own. As I said upthread you don't know how precious that sort of thing is until you don't have it.

I love the word cosy, I’ve been using it my whole adult life (which goes back numerous decades). Who doesn’t want cosy? Cosy home, cosy socks, cosy blanket I can’t get enough cosy😁

I guess it’s like how so many people spend the entirety of winter moaning and going on about how they “can’t stand the long nights” and “have SADs from the rain” and “can’t wait for summer”.. I find that equally tedious because I adore autumn and winter. I try to remind myself not to complain about the summer months but I do talk positively about the idea of cosiness and cable knit. Hot chocolates. Umbrellas and coffee shops with rain on the windows. Long nights that seem to slow time down. Christmas lights. I love it.

and I am definitely not reclusive in any way.

cosiness isn’t about sitting at home with a blanket on and hibernating. It’s a feeling. (That can be achieved through sitting at home with a blanket on - plus a whole host of other ways)

a Christmas market feels cosy for instance. Seeing fairy lights on houses feels cosy. Putting a woolly hat on and walking over crunchy leaves.

cosy cosy cosy 😋

I think I'm just a person that hates being cooped up indoors. Even in winter I love freah air. It's only 15c but I've got all the windows open

Where I live hygge can easily mean being out in the snow in -15, skiing around a lake, bring hot chocolate and hot dogs in a thermos, breathing the freshest air in the world. Or having an after ski beer with the sun reflecting on the snow. That’s cozy/hygge/mysigt!

It doesn't mean any of that though does it? It's nothing to do with being scared of outside.

I'm not into the "cosy" stuff either but these "I'm better than other people" posts are bloody tiresome

cosiness isn’t about sitting at home with a blanket on and hibernating. It’s a feeling.

Absolutely this. It’s being happy with the small things in life. At least where I live and that’s where the word originated.

I love bring cosy.

Being even

What's wrong with being cosy😂

I do, I like to do both. I’m in the gym by 7 for a hour Monday to Friday. I walk around 4-6 miles a day. But….. I love to come home and hibernate as well! I couldn’t all day every day doing it but after our walk today I’m looking forward to a relaxing evening being ‘cosy’.

I don't have any problem with the word "cosy" in itself but there was a lot of self-congratulatory "cosiness" during lockdowns from a certain sort of performative introvert who went on and on about how much they loved not having to socialise and preferring to spend all their time with their "little family" etc. I get where you're coming from.

Exactly. There's usually a thread around October where those of us who struggle with the dark evenings rant about how shitey it is.

The Hygge-Huns can't help themselves and witter on about snuggling under blankies with the family, being cosy on the sofa, hot "choccie", candles, fairy likes and other associated twee nonsense.

However it's hardly surprising on MN. This is the place where people do not answer their door and expect a text in advance before a phone call. Where visitors are an inconvenience, and where the ideal weekend is spent indoors, without any human contact whatsoever. That sort of people relishes the opportunity to hide under a "blankie".

I feel cosy everytime I sit and relax in my new bungalow, it's ever so cosy!

I do love the summer but also looking forward to being cosy in the winter in front of the wood burner.

I did consider digging out the portable air conditioner which rarely gets used from the cupboard so can get a fire going to enjoy that winter cosiness. Seemed a bit of a waste of electricity and firewood though.

Plus I absolutely hate the word twee!!!

The Hygge-Huns can't help themselves and witter on about snuggling under blankies with the family, being cosy on the sofa, hot "choccie", candles, fairy likes and other associated twee nonsense.

Why so rude? We don’t go on about the sun-worshipping ‘huns’ who are out on the beach/park/garden roasting themselves. Live and let live, yeah?

So much vitriol aimed at people who like a blanket and a candle or two.

It's not twee to like being at home, or feeling like your home is a sort of sanctuary. It doesn't mean you don't like the outdoors or that you have no life, friends or interests outside the home.

Having a dig at people who are happy in their own company is pretty unpleasant. Nobody ever hurt anyone else by drinking hot chocolate and reading a book on a wet Sunday afternoon after a bonkers week!

Narnas, OP.

I think there’s an undertone of sneeriness, almost like we’re all a bunch of thickos rotting away under our blankets.

The sneery use of words like ‘twee’ is almost a contempt toward a certain kind of femininity.

Like a poster up thread, I was without a permanent abode for a long time. I lost absolutely everything. Gradually, I made a home. I probably do hibernate a bit. So what?

I’ve seen plenty of the world. I think as Phoebe Bridgers said, ‘I wanted to see the world until I did it’ or suchlike. I love a walk in the woods, a day trip, a concert, a piss up, a film or shopping but for me being cosy at home is best.

It’s a home I had to drag myself out of bed when all I wanted to do was to hide under my bed screaming in order to make, gradually buying the things I had to leave behind or sell - buying secondhand furniture and painting it, finding cheap end rolls of wallpaper in Laura Ashley and papering.

So if I want to carry on like a young Nan in my spare time, by God I will!

Same! Comfy, cozy with a z, snuggly 🤢 Why did snug have to become snuggly?!

Drag myself out of bed for, that should have said.