The older I get the more I’m starting to realise that I’m becoming my mother. I could go into many intricate reasons as to why that is but one of the most simplest (and extremely mundane) ways is simply by my new found choice in beverages. More precisely, tea.
After winning a years worth of tea, one begins to drink it regularly, it’s a fact. I was lucky but I wonder how long it would have taken for me to get into the swing of it if I hadn’t of won? Yes, it was a little special sipping tea from my china but I thought eventually it would be a phase I’d outgrow and I’d end up giving away all the little paper boxes filled with leaves taking up room in my studio. Nope, didn’t happen, turns out I really like tea.
I drank it occasionally in the past but not often enough to call myself a tea drinker. Maybe it was the lure of the smooth timber and lush red velvet lining, a jewellery box of sorts for my tea bags. The morning ritual of boiling the water and hearing the tinkling of a spoon echoing through the house like it did when I was a child. Curled up on the couch for the evening, waiting for Steve to stand up so I can quickly and sweetly ask him to boil the jug, you know, since he’s already up… just like Mum used to do to Dad.
In my teens it was all about Jim Beam and Coke or Smirnoff Black with a shot of raspberry. In my early twenties it was all about Tequila and Jager Bombs. Now as I’m going into my late twenties it’s all about quality champagne, cider over ice and wait for it… tea. I’m so totally hardcore, ok so maybe not but my digestion is amazing now! You know how people tell you something is good for you and you’re like “yeah, yeah I know I’ll keep it in mind” and then you do nothing about it, never acting on it. Tea really has made a difference and I know my Mum is reading this nodding her head thinking “Told you so.”