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Old traditional Kuwaiti boxes like the one above come in a variety of sizes and designs. I realized recently that I have a few of this box too many. I wonder what am supposed to hide inside them though. Then it got me wondering: what did Kuwaitis use them for in the olden days? Cooking? The one with the latch doesn’t look like a cooking type of box.
Any ideas?
Whenever I’m abroad specifically in London I try to purchase a few magnets bearing the signs of my favorite streets. I hang them everywhere, my fridge, my work cubicle cupboards, my home office. What I enjoy most is the little reality break they provide for me. I’d be immersed in my work and suddenly I’d lift my eyes and I’d see the street sign magnet and right there and then I’m transferred there in an instant.
Today it happened, I was working at home and suddenly I saw the Carnaby street sign. I was momentarily back in the hustling and bustling street, just stepped out from Liberty to be hit with a croissant smell from Pret on my right, the sound of the guitar playing on my left from the street performers, and the lights dancing in the distance from all the decoration while people are milling below and all along the street. I so wish to be there right now.
So I grabbed my camera and took a shot of this street sign, capturing the essence of my wish. Whenever I look at it I remember my day dream and wish for an escape. I can’t wait to be back there.
If you, at this moment, can be wherever you want to be in the world. Where would you be?
When I was a child I loved blowing bubbles, trying to make them as big as they would go and chasing them around. Placing them on my palm gently and waiting for them to pop. I remember when I was young I was always afraid I’d run out of bubble liquid and I was always told that if it does run out, fairy washing liquid would substitute it just fine. Well, that’s a lie, I’m talking from many disappointed experiences here.
Now I have several bottles ready and I’m contemplating trying to photograph the bubbles. I’m not sure how in photography terms am I supposed to make most of their photos. Do I need a macro lens? Would a normal lens do? A special camera setting? Given that I know zilch about photography I wouldn’t know. I want to try though so if anyone with basic photography knowledge would give me suggestions I would be more than happy to receive them 
There is nothing more tantalizing than the aroma of boiling pasta promising you a warm hearty meal at the end of the road. Its so fulfilling! I love pasta so much I allow myself to eat only plain pasta with salt when I’m sick as comfort food, sort of like a guilty pleasure
A few days back I’ve been craving Spaghetti Pomodoro like mad so I decided to have some for my Suhoor meal and it hit all the right spots. I took the picture of the dry spaghetti noodles above while simmering the tomato sauce. That was one memorable Suhoor meal, Yum!
What was your most memorable Suhoor meal this Ramadan?
Insha2 Allah this time next week, it will be Ramadan, and we would all be thirsty and many many of us will be dreaming of drinking an icy cold glass of Vimto. I am not a Vimto addict like my fellow Kuwaitis, I drink it bel sena 7sena, but my husband is a big Vimto fan and every year he brings home two bottles to drink during Ramadan and we make one pitcher and it wouldn’t taste good and we would let it gather dust on the kitchen counter.
Yes, I confess, I don’t know how to make a good glass -or pitcher- of Vimto. Are you a Vimto fan? Do you love Vimto in Ramadan only or all year round? and would you please teach me how to make Vimto? Much obliged!
One of the things I love about the summers of my childhood I spent in the UK were the Milk Bottles. The moment we arrive my father would arrange for us to have two fresh milk bottles placed on our doorstep every morning. I love the milkman, and those curved glass bottles of cold,creamy, impossibly white milk. A big fan of milk myself, imagine that milk used for your cereal, or in bechamel sauce, or infused with cardamom for breakfast? Lipsmacking.
Of course in Kuwait we have no milkman. Or good milk for that matter. That was the case until last year Alban Dairy came into the picture and began producing quality dairy products. Their milk is almost as good as milk you’d drink abroad. The other day I was in the newly opened Alban Dairy cafe (post) when I saw these milk bottles and began fantasizing about having our very own milkman in Kuwait leaving us delicious milk in glass bottles as are those every morning. Why not? We can dream, everything is possible, mo?
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Old and traditional is beautiful, just make sure you are not trapped in its beauty forever. Evolve and you will bring out its beauty even more.
Kuwait is free, was free, and will be free insha2 Allah until the end of days.
Thank god 3la ne3mat el amn wel aman wel 7oryah. We will never forget this date, not 21 years later and not a 100 years later. Ever.
I don’t know about you, but I never feel clean unless I use Dettol. Dettol wipes, Dettol soap for hand washing in the kitchen or the bathroom, Even Dettol shower gel when I take a shower.
Ako a7la min el Dettol o the smell of Dettol?
I bought a bunch of green bananas the other day and placed them on the dining table. A while later I realized how vibrant they looked against the yellow dining place mats so I whipped my camera and took this shot. Love the contrasting colors.
I am not sure if you can detox with Kiwi juice or not but the color is so green it must haven some health benefits similar to detoxing. I love the color, can’t stand Kiwi or its juice though.
Can you tell from the reflection of this glass if the cup is half empty or half full? What about when you reflect on the actions of your life? Is it as easy?
In this cold weather there is nothing more appreciated than a flame of a heater ablaze with the warmth and light of the night. Especially those high flames of the pyramid like heaters every restaurant seems to have in its outdoors area. They are so lovely, modern, and most importantly warm am always glad they are around.
After a lovely stroll in the streets of London one rainy morning, I stood at an intersection, looked down, and saw the word look. I wanted to remember that moment, a moment I was happy and content and in London, so I did, I looked.
I looked at the falling brown leaves, at the droplets of rain lining the remaining tree leaves. The pigeons walking all around me searching for food. The red double Deckers passing by. I looked and took all that in, the small things in life that make us happy, and kept it in my memory.
We should always stop and look, really look. Look at the little things that bring joy to people even in the midst of their bad moment and appreciate them. Always look and never look away.
I was taking a walk on the beach the other day when I saw this wall light. I love how the beams of light are reflected on the wall. It is like watching a Helicopters blade from a bird’s eye view! Almost as dangerous as a chopper.
Whenever I see an empty cup I am faced with a lot of possibilities: what can I fill it up with? Tea? Coffee? Tea with Milk? Juice? Hot Chocolate? Hot milk with Honey? Lemonade? Just Water?
Tons of choices to make in one go. Sometimes I go with more than one choice, sometimes I just give up and fill it with nothing. In the end when I am faced with many possibilities I always choose what my heart tells me to choose. It never let me down still.
What about you, what do you choose to fill your cup up with?
Punch holes, let light into your life. Open the curtains, tear down the walls, break the barriers. Let light. Light means hope, let hope in. There’s always a second change, there is always a tomorrow.
Bubbles must be one of the most happiness inducing things in life. Whenever I use soap I make sure to produce as many bubbles as possible and then try to blow them away. Fairy liquid produces the most luscious bubbles ever tra 😀
Don’t you love bubbles?
I adore blueberries. I love the feel of them being crushed under the force of my bite, squirting their heavenly juice everywhere. When I saw a blueberry tree in London I couldn’t resist taking this picture, especially given that Mrs. Lady Bird seems to share the same love for blueberries as me. I just wish I could grow a blueberry tree.
Do you notice someone else in the picture? Perhaps a second insect 😉
There is nothing on earth, nothing, that smells home like a fresh batch of bubbling heavenly scented bukhoor <3 I love the scent of bukhoor, it makes me happy and content. I make sure we light it up once a day.
Don’t you just love bukhoor?
Last weekend we spent some quality time at the beach in the most amazing weather ever! I kept humming the song “Under the Sea” from the little mermaid movie which is one of my favorites. If I only knew how to swim, I would take diving lessons, take my camera with a waterproof casing, and shoot the beauty underneath the sea that must be mesmirizing.
For now however I would stick to open oyster shells discarded on the beach :p Shraykom feeha y7leelha proudly perched on top of the rock?
Where the heart is!
Home is my blanket, my couch, my TV, my coffee machine, my old mug, my comfy slipper, my soft pajamas, my scented pillows, my books, my sanctuary. Home, my home, is simply the best place on earth.
What makes your place your home?
I took this picture when I was photographing the Danderma perfume (post). The spray of perfume is not that clear but I like the over all effect of the picture plus it reminds me of the lovely scent that lingered while I was taking the picture 😉
When we were in Fat Burger Burj Jassim (post) I liked their wooden chandeliers a lot and took one hundred pictures of them. This is my favorite picture of that pile. So pretty!
If you hadn’t had a chance to pass by Fat Burger burj Jassim branch then you should do so soon. If not for the food then for the decor.
