I've just consolidated the full menu for the New Year's Eve party Mum and Dad are hosting, and wrote a list for ingredients to buy and another list for dishes to prep the day before or the day of. Gatherings makes me so excited because I get to make food for people I love and that also means I get to see everyone again. I sound like I'm getting old, but these little kitchen projects are a kind of resuscitation for my dying soul. I feel like an empty vanilla pod, scraped off all my little cells of seeds yet having a 'second life' in a sugar jar. At the same time I feel saturated, there is no input and everything just slides right off.
The sky just rumbled.
Yesterday I made more food.
Today I made even more food.
Am now sipping on ginger tea while I host some spontaneous thoughts, like wanting to start shooting outfits. I think they're much fun, and the idea probably stemmed from actually having the chance to wear anything but the sky-blue blouse and skirt I've donned as a repeat #ootd for the past three years. I have sinned.
Other thoughts like: hiking and needing to pack before Friday night rolls around and I find myself with an empty suitcase ...
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