What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell
you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and
seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you
wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t.
You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And
you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are —
underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of
you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your
mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five.
And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like
if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and
needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings
inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the
other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.
V. interesting debate on drug addiction as Matthew Perry advocates the use of drug courts. Oppo Journalist Peter Hitchens puts up a good debate against him.
The V&A Museum once again has nabbed the cool opportunity to host an exhibition showcasing the most influential wedding dresses from 1775-2014.
From celebrities to royalties, you’ll get the chance to see extensive archives and get up and close with the fabrics that women fawn over, dreaming about their ‘big day’. The 80-piece exhibition will take you through to the evolution of the wedding dress, the veil, stitching and jewellery as well as the designers behind the most famous wedding dresses of all time.
The exhibition runs from 3 May 2014 - 15 March 2015 so there’s plenty of time to catch a glimpse of these beautiful gowns. Not to be missed!
Last night I was at my regular Indian Restaurant, Spice Village. Very Famous amongst those who like their Indian food. As I left, I saw a big bowl of what looked like fennel seeds. The taste was a mix between liquorice, mint, and fennel seeds. Some of the fennel was sugar-coated and left a nice sweet aftertaste. So that night I did some research to find out where we could get some…..presumably at a local indian supermarket. Apparently, it is called Mukwas and comes in different variants of flavours. Indians and Pakistanis eat this as a mouth freshener after meals. It definitely serves its purpose, although I would probably snack on it as well.
It’s cheap to buy and you can get it from almost any Indian grocery store. Can’t wait to stock up on these!
That just-got-home feeling. x