I love coffee. I wouldn’t say I’m addicted to it.
I can’t say I remember when I first had a taste of such joy. It started with Ricoffi and moved on to Frisco. But now, the only instant coffee I can really stomach is Jacobs Kronung.
I’m also a book lover. The marriage of Seattle Coffee and Exclusive Books was one of the greatest things that ever happened in my life. Suddenly, there was a Vida e Caffe in Cape Town and I dreamed of the day it would finally find it’s way to Johannesburg.
Now I’m spoilt for choice. There’s a barista at work who makes perfectly foamed lattes through the day. Motherland popped up in Rosebank, then Dunkeld, then Braamfontein. (Chai latte is my poison)
Braamfontein: A little buzz of Williamsburg, Brooklyn in our backyard. Doubleshot. And Father.
Again, I’m not addicted to coffee. I don’t know anything about it, either. I just appreciate it’s extraordinary aroma, it’s bitter but overpowering taste.
When I was at the Chanel counter at the Melrose Arch Edgars, the lady told me something special, something I didn’t know. When smelling different fragrances, you should take a whiff of coffee beans in between to cancel out the scent of the previous fragrance. Astounding. And I didn’t mind smelling coffee beans.
This morning, I drank rooibos tea with honey, in effort to get healthy. Oh, the sweet dreams of New Year’s resolutions. But only coffee can get my day really started. So I’ll probably have one after this post with my awesome Le Creuset mug. *airpunch*
If you know me then you know the following about me:
Put all these four ingredients together, and you get the most amazing dinner party. But that hasn’t happened yet. I’d love to host something as quaint and as beautiful as the below garden party.
Summer time. The company of six. Three course meal. Some kind of bluesy music. Clean and crisp table. And fairy lights.
However, I recently come off hosting a bunch of people, and it’s January. My pockets are dry. I’m really just liking things right now.
Also I should probably move into my own place ;)
All images courtesy of OhHappyDay
Life is a series of meaningless poses.
Next month. February 14. If you want to get me something useful for Valentine’s Day, this show would be it.
Robin Wright is the perfect Lady McBeth, except there’s no guilt felt here. No “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!" here.
If you haven’t watched the first season, there’s something wrong with you, and I suggest you get on it.
On the topic of upcoming new seasons, GIRLS without the annoying Charlie (there are way more annoying characters in Girls). Mind you, I had intended on not watching this third season because the second season was mediocre, but here I am excited about it *sigh*
(This poster just gave me vertigo)
Sandra Bullock’s acting and choice of films has gotten better with age. She has an Oscar now. She’s an Academy Award winning actress, so ungamjongeli phantsi, especially after Gravity.
What a touch race to the finish this will be. Cate Blanchett was brilliant in Blue Jasmine but so was Bullock in Gravity.
A suspense filled film that had Bullock basically acting solo on screen for most of the film. As much as I’ve preached about excellent screenplays, Gravity hardly has dialogue (no, it’s not a silent film). The movie relies on emotion. Acting without a script can be incredibly difficult, but Sandra Bullock does it so effortlessly with raw emotion. The viewer feels everything she feels in her journey to get home from a failed space mission.
Good luck to Bullock and Blanchett. I’d hate to be the voters at the Oscars this year.
Please note, this review is based on the fact that I haven’t watched the other possible Oscar contender movies yet. It may be altered once I have seen them. Ok. Thanks. Bye :)