Lately I have fallen for a beautiful piece of furniture in a designer’s store. I could never afford it. Even after the second discount. So I kept coming back to see it, run my fingers along its top, feel the smooth finish and gasp. My friend jokingly asked me one day “Are you going to visit your furniture again?” It downed on me: indeed, I am the girl who visits beautiful things in stores without necessarily buying them.
So what? Beautiful things are making us feel good and that is the key.
Today I am indulging in some beautiful things – a quirky magazine for paper lovers, Flow, a sweet selection of black teas from Sri Lanka, sold in an equally delightful spring packaging under the Wedgwood brand, a luxury fine china company.
The liquor is sweet and strong in the same time, perfect for those early mornings, with notes of chocolate and a hint of bitterness.
Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life.
I am loosing my habit of drinking tea at work. And I don’t like it. Coffee is taking over, and while I have nothing against coffee – Sunday/Saturday mornings are all about my milk&cinnamon South American or African coffee – I long for the times when brewing loose leaf tea at work was guilt free.
Why do we let stress and routine and a million other priorities dominate our minds? They will never ever end, I tell myself, and yet, still rush about for every free second I have to push along this machinery of life, and every Sunday afternoon, before the week starts, try to remind myself about the sweet comfort that tea brings.
Upon discovering the whimsical illustrations of Staffan Larsson, I could not stop myself from dedicating a whole page to him in my “Diary of Inspiration” notebook where art clips, museum tickets, old magazine headlines and other bits and bobs come together to incite and provoke the mind and spirit on a creative journey. The tea leaves me wanting more though, the jasmine flavour is quiet, the notes weak…just like the last days of summer.
Yesterday I was browsing the book section of a discount high-end retailer and I stumbled upon a curious find – a sort of culture diary to record your cultural escapades while refreshing your knowledge of arts, theatre, literature. I love it! It’s like a scrapbook to be filled with meaningful cultural memories but one that also inspires to travel even if you think that if you saw Paris, you’ve seen it all. The Orange marzipan chocolate fitted well with the cover but turned out to be so much more. I am now a fan!
Tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities…will always be the favored beverage of the intellectual.
– Thomas DeQuincy (1875-1959) Confession of an English Opium Eater –
… and what is intelligence without a dose of madness? – ‘Take some more tea,’ the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.’I’ve had nothing yet,’ Alice replied in an offended tone, ‘so I can’t take more.”You mean you can’t take LESS,’ said the Hatter: ‘it’s very easy to take MORE than nothing.’….