The return of the camera

So I took my camera out the other day for the first time in ages. the reason? Well when my super-awesome cousin brought me a present from Morocco and it looked like this:

I figured that not documenting it before opening would be some kind of travesty.

So without further ado I give you my collection of potentially (but not actually) illicit substances from overseas:

On the left is white powder from Thailand (it’s pure MSG, in case you were wondering) and on the right we have peppermint tea from Morocco.

I LOVE peppermint tea. I’m quite a tea nut anyway (tea is soup between meals, what’s not to love?) and I love anything minty, so to find peppermint tea is pretty much as good as it gets.

Plus the adventure of making loose-leaf tea:

(not to mention getting the leaves out of the spout afterwards)

and of course hunting through the cupboards for a glass cup, because half of the joy of interesting teas is the colour:

Mmmmm, tea!

Of course I felt that I should use the opportunity to photograph my dogs – the violent vicious one who bites vets (and boyfriends, but that’s another story)

(do you feel the rage?!)

And the timid fluffy one who I had shaved so that she looks like a gremlin/Gollum:

She refuses to stand still as she’s terrified of the camera shutter, so I had to sneak up to her while the other one was posing like a champion and wondering why she got all the attention

(once again, look at the scary scary puppy…)

Oh, and while I’m at it, I should show you all the reason why I whined about my feet hurting for most of Friday evening (to be fair they didn’t really hurt, but wooden-slat floors + heels = deathtrap)