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.

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.

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.

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.

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 […]