K is for Kitchenware, the pots and pans, the stylish forks and knives, the ceramic bowls and earthenware dishes. The silent army that helps conquer the perfect dish. The utensils that carve, sift, cook, and bake. The stoic companions that play a key part in the symphony of magic that occurs in the kitchen.
J is for June, so warm and so filled with promise. The proclamation of summer, the beginning of fun. The shedding of clothes, the flashes of skin. The dribble of fresh fruit, the ice-cold beers and tangy cocktails. The relief of summer after so many months, the relief of holidays and restorative laziness.
I is for Introspection, so quiet and truthful, so filled with meaning and depth. A solitary act, equally as necessary as oxygen, food, water, and good books. A doorway to your inner wheels and cogs. A quickening of the mind, a connection with the heart. A rash of goosebumps when lightbulbs click on.
H is for Handmade, beautiful objects made with passion and love. Knowledge and skill passed down through the years or new generations that feel a drive to learn and create. An attention to detail, an intrinsic exquisiteness. Hours and hours of work, a slow process within our busy life.
G is for green, so luscious and alive. A colour that grows, filled with limitless nuances. A sense of freedom and fresh air, of deep moss in the forest and sparkling dew on grass. The colour of Oz and the evil shade of envy.
F is for friendship, that special connection, that intimate bonding. The giggles and rants, the shoulder to cry on. The island in a storm. The comfort of knowing that there is someone who understands you with all your quirks and faults. A friend drives you to be a better person. Someone who listens and asks questions. […]
E is for encaustic tiles, such a technical word for something so mesmerising. A swirl of pattern that unfolds at your feet. A world of colour that brightens the darkest rooms. Each so individual, buffed to a smooth shine. A classic beauty that always trumps any other option under your feet.
D is for dress, you know the one. The second skin, the perfect fit. The dress that moulds to you so well that it feels like pyjamas, like it was tailor-made for you. This phenomenon doesn’t occur often but when it does, the immaculate dress is a thing of beauty.
C is for chocolate, so gooey and messy, so satisfying and delicious. Chocolate doesn’t ask silly questions, doesn’t judge, and always hits the spot. A comfort that is always welcome, perfect in all its’ incarnations. Another childhood favourite that just keeps giving and giving. The aroma of something chocolatey baking in the oven, the myriad […]
B is for books, a world of escape and magic. Each story contained within the pages, each character waiting to be discovered. Old favourites to be read time and time again. The smell of fresh print, the odour of older tomes. A quietness and calm, a quickening of the senses.