Life Through The Cracks
Life Through The Cracks
Petals
Petals
Full Bloom
Full Bloom
In The Midst Of Chaos
In The Midst Of Chaos
Hello
Hello
A Measure Of Joy
A Measure Of Joy
Old Tires
Old Tires
Long Live Empress
Long Live Empress
Tree Stump
Tree Stump
Tree Stump
Tree Stump
Oh, The Irony
Oh, The Irony
Fleabag
Fleabag
Sweet Spot
Sweet Spot
Kitten On A Hot Tin Roof
Kitten On A Hot Tin Roof
My Favourite View
My Favourite View
Life Through The Cracks
Life Through The CracksSay what you will about plastic, but these dishes have been a lifesaver. They keep my rice and beans and lentils and teabags and flour, and they cost pennies each, and the colored lids mean that I don't have to label them. I love these things.
Petals
PetalsI really don't need all these cutting boards and coasters (at the top), but they come in sets of four and six respectively, and I just couldn't resist the colors! The green one (bottom left) is very well used, the rest barely touched, so that tells you the direction that my diet leans. No idea what to do with the rest, but I don't think I'll part with any of them at all.
Full Bloom
Full BloomFrom bottom: platter, plate, bowl, tumbler. This is actually a story about intellectual property theft. These items are all Kenyan-made, but they're exact, identical, unashamed copies of the designs made by a Thai company. Ours are a fraction of the price and have more color range, but I can't help but feel a little guilty for having them...
In The Midst Of Chaos
In The Midst Of ChaosYes, those are old boots and shoes and empty crates and sacks in the background. My silicone utensils looked too pretty there, like new blooms after some kind of devastation. I love these utensils because of one reason: they're QUIET. I don't care for banging pots and pans when cooking. I'd have chosen them even if they all came in the color of dirt.
Hello
HelloTwo funnels (because if you DIY you'll know) and my colander. I was really surprised when I was sorting out my kitchen stand and they just sat there like that and looked at me. They remind me of calla lilies, my favorite flower. Don't ask me why.
A Measure Of Joy
A Measure Of JoyThese are made of melamine. They clatter a lot, but I love them, use them every day. Got them recently because I was getting sick of my plain old white plastic measuring cups/spoon set. I hope to keep these for life.
Old Tires
Old Tires"Never buy a car," insists my landlord. "What for? I had a small one, then a pickup truck, all useless. Buy a motorcycle instead. Two wheels, a trickle of gas, and no traffic jams!" Wise words. His old tires have been untouched for over a decade now.
Long Live Empress
Long Live EmpressShe wore dreadlocks and a nose ring. A petite woman, a single mother of a two-year-old boy. Her grocery mini market failed within months of starting. Now the sign hangs crooked outside her long abandoned makeshift stall. Nobody has seen the empress for a long, long time now.
Tree Stump
Tree Stump
Tree Stump
Tree StumpDecades-old tree stumps, must have been more than a dozen, found along a well worn footpath. They're like scars, or old scabs. They make me sad.
Oh, The Irony
Oh, The IronyReasons why I love rural life, #157: Why do we have a gate number when our neighbourhood doesn't even show up on Google Maps?
Fleabag
FleabagYou've already met Fleabag, my landlord's old cat with a meow like gravel. Strong, silent type, but a huge softy. Now if only he could take a bath...
Sweet Spot
Sweet SpotThis hen stayed on this ledge for exactly six days and five nights, unmoving, unruffled, un-tipping over. True story.
Kitten On A Hot Tin Roof
Kitten On A Hot Tin RoofI heard meows but for the life of me, I couldn't see where they were coming from. the last place I expected to find a cat was up on my landlord's roof. not sure if it was calling for help or asking me to climb on up too. Roof-cat hasn't been back since.
My Favourite View
My Favourite ViewThis is where a river used to live. Not even the oldest of my neighbors can remember the river. It has withered now, leaving a valley of trees and rich, red soil and rocks for the quarries. The trees are slowly going too, giving way to homes. I hope this valley won't disappear because even after three years here, it takes my breath away every time.
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