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.
Day 96 – Braai
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Day 94 – Splash of Red
Friday. Wine.
Day 92 – Binding of a story
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.
Day 90 – Still Life Dance
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.
Day 85 – Scarf Galore
I love scarfs. What is there not to love? They are colourful, practical, easy-to-carry and always in fashion. I admit, I have a few… dozen… And one or two extra, just in case.
Day 84 – A Man and a Guitar
On some days playing guitar can be frustrating to Stuart. On others it seems to sing in his hands. Both ways, it is a passion. Albeit one he doesn’t have as much time as he’d like.
Day 83 – The yellow teacup
The perfect teacup is big enough to hold with two hands comfortably. Smaller cups can never bring that feel of warmth. And the perfect teacup is yellow.
Day 82 – Blue Moment
We had a perfect, peaceful Sunday. We snuggled under a blanket in the terrace with a hot drink and a book – for several hours. And that feeling of peace continued to that elusive heartbeat just before darkness. Blue Moment.
Day 80 – Too beautiful to touch
When I was a kid, I used to dabble with paints and drawing. One day my mum brought me these amazingly beautiful water colours from China. One set was black, and the other with all the different colours. My fingers have been itching for more than a decade now to use them, but I just can’t. They are way too beautiful to use.
Day 79 – Bud that could
Walking around the garden today, I came across these tiny little flower buds. And I mean tiny! They were maybe half a cm across. And yet they were braving the freezing night temperatures of Joburg. I’m sure there is a life lesson here somewhere, but I just took the photo.
Blue Moment 