When you need to find something from the store, all those great items you saw just few days before, disappear form the stores. I guess they go to the same place as half of each pair of socks from the washing machine.
day 105 – Zip Up
When the sun is setting, between dusk and darkness, there is a moment when the light turns blue. And the world stops for a heartbeat.
When you need to find something from the store, all those great items you saw just few days before, disappear form the stores. I guess they go to the same place as half of each pair of socks from the washing machine.
When Stuart and I started to look for a house to buy, there was one deal-breaker: it needed a good kitchen. We had several other criteria too, e.g. reasonably sized, no need for a massive renovation, plenty of light, a fireplace, a garden (big enough, but not too big), pool (Stuart didn’t want one). Those who have visited our house know we got maybe 50% of what we thought we wanted. (To be fair, we fell in love with our house the minute we stepped in – before having time to evaluate it on most criteria in our lists).
But kitchen was non-negotiable. We both just love spending time in there. Maybe my love for kitchen explains why so many of my pictures include kitchen stuff. Or maybe it’s just all so photogenic.
(Btw. Have you noticed that most good house parties also end up with a big gathering in the kitchen? Regardless of where the food is, or where the music is, or where the comfortable chairs are…)
Raw pineapple is the only thing I’m allergic to – Something I found out the hard way years ago, after having some pineapple for lunch during work. After the pineapple is cooked, the acidity reduces and I can happily eat it to my heart’s content. Nevertheess, we rarely have pineapple in the house.
Last weekend I found a recipe I wanted to try. Luckily pineapples are in season.
I don’t drink coffee. I absolutely love the idea of it – the Something-to-start-your-day, the flavours, the warm cup… I would love to drink coffee. I just detest the taste. Hate it.
So I would choose breakfast every morning. And Stuart would always choose coffee.
Braai is probably the best ‘South African’ word there is. It just sounds so much better than BBQ. Even my Finnish family has adopted the word to their speech. And luckily, spit braai does not actually require you to spit.

Friday. Wine.
As mentioned before, both Stuart and I are passionate readers. We both get through at least 1-2 books a week – but unfortunately never read the same books. We have the same taste in almost everything, but books. Therefore, we both have to go through the pain of finding what to read next – every week.
Some evenings when I come home, I really struggle for photo topics. It sometimes feels I have already taken a picture of every single object in the house. Those days, internet can be useful. This picture was inspired by few photographers much better than myself. But I guess that is one sign of a great photo. It inspires. So thank you!
From my painting days, I still have the little “model doll” on my table. There is something satisfying in twisting it to different positions every few days. A slow and still dance.