It’s definitely back to school. That is how this week felt. I am sharpening pencils, penning my name on exercise-books and prepping the backpack every night. Metaphorically at least. I am still swinging between the practical and the dreamlike, holding on to thoughts of Summer.
One. I am not an impulse shopper and I rarely indulge in retail therapy – yet, while looking for a new “bird” for my Alessi kettle and stumbling upon this Alessi mocha I have been experiencing intense pangs of desire. I have been making coffee with cone filters for years but I might revert to espresso if this what I saw on my stove every morning.
Two. Esther Mahlangu hails from the same neck of the woods as sofagirl and, as sofagirl, would say, a Mighty Girl – who makes beautiful things (courtesy of Bonnie F).
Three. I can’t believe I never talked about Atlas Obscura in this forum before. I have been a fan for years, since they posted a story about a little known, weird and fabulous museum in Bologna. If you are travelling somewhere, head to the website and enter your destination and find weird and wonderful and quirky sights. And if you indulge in armchair travelling, settle in, grab a mug and have a good trip.
Four. When people meet me, they can hardly place my accent: I encompass a Californian twang, a British pronunciation of certain words, a vague Italian lilt when I am tired and a couple of stubborn South African inflections that refuse to budge. It’s called international English, I suppose. Of the these words, there was only one whose pronunciation I was wrong about. Care to guess?
Five. Let’s assume you get diagnosed with terminal cancer at 90. Would you put yourself through surgery, chemo and all the rest? Or would you do what Norma did?
Top image: Michael Graves’ Bird Tea Kettle for Alessi, that has been serving me well for 20 years