Check out this combination: This morning, after an hour of shopping at the local food, trash and treasure market, I made myself a cup of tea and curled up on the couch. I had a “sweet chimney”- damper style bread twist, dipped in (you-don’t-wanna-know-how-much) sugar and cinnamon on a plate, the cup of rhubarb and apple tea beside me and a Frankie magazine firmly in my clutches. Not only that but the rain was tipping down outside and I was wrapped in my mohair blanket (that I had happened to stumble across in the local op-shop for eight bucks). Life was sensational!
I paused. I looked around. Ahhh, this is nice, I thought.
Then I spilled my rhubarb and apple tea. All over the beige (yes, beige) carpet. Okay, scratch that. I spilled my rhubarb and apple tea all over my parent’s beige carpet. Hmmm, I thought. “Okaaaaaay.” I said. Then I laughed. And went to fetch some paper towels.
It just goes to show that there are no perfect moments. Or perhaps there are, but they are as cheeky and fleeting as a quick fox. Just gotta grab that perfect moment by the tail and enjoy it while you can.
Wishing you a perfect and wonderful day (or hour, or minute…) x