This morning actually started out quite nicely. I fell asleep beautifully last night, and actually woke up before my alarm went off, and enjoyed laying around until it did. Then i sat down to some coffee cakes and this delicious tea, and mourned the fact that I’m close to a sipdown. Texted with a friend about how neither of us really wanted to take a shower this morning, and then I touched my hair and realized that I probably should. I had it dyed and styled yesterday evening, and it felt kind of rough this morning, so I hopped into the shower anyway, convinced i’d have time to not only shower, but straighten my hair as well.
And that’s when things started to go downhill. I showered as quickly as i’d hoped, but then I nearly overturned my closet while looking for something appropriate to wear to work today. somehow I can’t find anything in that stupid closet, and I wonder where the hell all my work sweaters are. Settle on some blouse I haven’t worn in ages but that still miraculously fits well, and grabbed, like, the last pair of clean dresspants out of my drawer.
Headed to the bathroom to turn on the straightener, but realized I hadn’t fed the dog or made my work tea. Rushed back to the living room, poured his food into his bowl, and of course he chose this morning to act as un-dog like as possible and actually needed some (frenzied) coaxing from me to even start his food. So I left him to it, and scurried back into the bathroom. Turns out the straightener was indeed on, but not plugged in. This is precisely when f words began appearing in my life.
Dashed into the kitchen, scrambled around looking for all the “props” to make my work tea. Of course I could find everything for my Timolino but the second lid, and so I smashed around in the dish tray, smacking my elbow painfully on the crock pot that was sitting on the counter. Still couldn’t find the lid. was about to go charging into the room where Mr. keychange was still sleeping (lucky guy has a day off) and get the white timolino that I’ve never used, when i finally found the lid. Threw some boiling water and a bag of hot cinnamon spice into the timolino, sealed it up, and brought it back to the bathroom with me so I could shake it every so often to ensure maximum leaf-water contact, all while straightening my hair. I somehow managed to get everything done and tumbled out the door, but man, it was quite the morning. Never again am I showering after breakfast. Way, way too optimistic a plan.
But this tea was great!!
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Well, it’s been slightly over six months since I’ve joined steepster, and I can’t say enough wonderful things about this community. Like many of you, I began my foray into the world of loose-leaf tea by discovering David’s Tea, and although I’ve ventured out and have discovered many other companies that I’m extremely fond of, there are still many of David’s teas that I hold close to my heart and I will always appreciate it as a starting point for my journey.
As for my preferences, I tend to prefer bold black tea, flavoured and unflavoured alike, and I almost always take my blacks with cream and sugar. This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy a good, flavoured white though, and I’m slowly making my way through the incredibly confusing world of oolongs and greens. I am also not a fan of rooibos, although I am starting to suspect green rooibos may be ok, but you know how it is: when you’ve decided you detest a certain ingredient, you’ll notice it everywhere—perhaps even where it doesn’t exist!
Things other than tea: I’m engaged to be married to my best friend, and feel like the richest woman on the planet because of it. I am also a veracious reader, and I also happen to have an obsession with fragrances, and have amassed quite a collection, although it pales in comparison to some collections out there! As a result of this obsession, I also follow several fragrance blogs, and am always up for a chat about scent. I’m also almost completely blind, and this does indeed mean that I come complete with a guide dog, who unlike me, hales from the sunny California campus of Guide dogs for the Blind. I think I’ve rambled on long enough, but if there’s anything you’d like to know or if you just feel like chatting to someone, please don’t hesitate to send me a message.
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Ontario, Canada
