I have a confession: I have become an absolute, flag-flying, plan-my-schedule-around-a-TV-show fan of MasterChef. I adore it. It is fascinating, watching the brave contestants breathe deeply and put a plate in front of those three daunting judges, and then try not to cringe as they comment no-holds-barred.
Visiting London always feels like a mixed blessing to me. I’ve always had a bit of an ambivalent relationship with the original “Big Smoke” city, and this visit was no exception.
On one hand, it’s the most fabulous city to visit – so much to see, so many new ideas. Even if you ignore or bypass all the wondrous tourist stuff, it’s an awesome place to look for inspiration and new products and interesting people doing interesting things – sometimes odd, but usually interesting!
Eating berries in the sunshine, as close as I can get to a moment of perfect contentment. I attach to this tiny moment in a busy Friday at the end of a crazy week a little bit of meaning. A bit of peace. A deep out-breathe. It is, to me, a moment to be. I attach all that to this glimmering 5 minute gap eating fresh raspberries in the warm winter sunshine of our little garden in Kommetjie, while the baboons call out from the mountainside behind me and my email continues to self-propogate on the table inside
It’s all about attaching meaning, in some way. We assign meaning to things, that’s the only way they become more than what they are.
Since we’ve been in the far-off land of Kommetjie, the Barefoot man and I have started a new early morning ritual walking on the mountain with a good friend who also lives in the village, weather permitting. Continue reading
I have a couch. I realise that’s not really remarkable in the grand scheme of things, but the couch I have is a rather large specimen. A double-jointed 3+2 seater corner-unit large specimen of couch, to be precise. I bought it in Joburg for an enormous open-plan lounge, where it lived in all it’s Milo-brown sueded glory for a couple of years before I fell in love and moved to the Cape. At which point said enormous brown couch had to move to Cape Town too.