#fancy things

And we lost it all the today

Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?

If I showed you my flaws

If I couldn't be strong

elegant

crisp white shirts, sweeping lacy trains

candlelight on polished marble floors

dark wine, swirling in firelight

long fingers drifting across a piano

autumn leaves floating on a glassy lake

laughter hidden behind a gloved hand

sunlight in late afternoon, glowing amber

footsteps echoing in a silent hall

a thousand shades of blue

 decadent

champagne overflowing, running down crystal stems

red lips, kissing cheeks

dark wood panels, draped in velvet

gold twining down the balustrade

bright candles crowning chandeliers

the flowing song of a fountain

long staircases, sweeping through a broom

old paintings, with hooded eyes and quiet smiles

a clock chiming midnight

 outrageous

bright eyes, sparkling skin

vibrant little drinks

overflowing rooms already crammed full

a band to play all night

wild cries and raucous laughs

bodies twisting, twining, twirling

fireworks over the water

petals trodden into the carpet

glitters, powders, tumbling through the air

That's A Moray🎨

sea glass candy

clear (or slightly tinted depending on how flavoring it comes out) hard candy with edible flowers inside

candies naturally flavored with herbs

beautiful candy crystals, preferably themed based on real crystals like citrine, amethyst, and peridot

Seen today in the Birmingham museum of art

I have fond memories of Yolanda.  I especially remember how she liked her coffee.  

After adding the desired amount of milk, she would toss in a cinnamon stick for good measure.  It served a dual purpose: to mix the dairy and the coffee together, as well as adding extra flavor.  She never added aspartame or sugar - she claimed it was too much.

(I loved how the scent of cinnamon permeated the break room.)

I have stolen the idea for myself over the past couple of years, taking already ground cinnamon and tossing it in with the coffee grounds so I can have it all brewed together.   In lew of fall, I heeded the call of my inner Basic Bitch and bought the pumpkin pie spice creamer to further enhance my caffeine consumption experience.  

I’ve been a devoted caffeine consumer since I hit my late teens and early twenties.  Like a majority of people, it’s my way of keeping myself alert and awake - so I could function along with the rest of my fellow human beings.  Coffee was - and still is - the medium in which most of my family and friends bond.  I can remember several trips to the local Barnes and Noble with my father, to sit and have a cup o’ joe and go over the week’s events.  

My coffee drinking habits have rubbed off on to turn my beloved future husband, who has turned into a habitual coffee drinker.  He now starts out his morning with a cup o’ joe, and like me adds the desired amount of creamer and sweetener.

And when the home-brewed fare won't do - and I’m feeling extra fancy - I’ll make my way downtown to a proper coffee shop and spend upwards of five dollars or more on a decent cuppa - throwing in a bagel or pastry if I’m extra hungry.  My favorite little haunt just happens to be a former basement located in an alley.  It's actually quite cozy and rather quiet, with decent wifi.  The coffee itself is smooth, without the bitterness of cheap, poorly roasted beans.  And here I remain pleasantly anti-social as I surf away on my laptop.  

In addition to having a fantastic cup of coffee, I am putting my money where my mouth is, and supporting local businesses and the local artisans that populate the area.