MY LOVIES, I’m sure I’m not the only one who sometimes just wants to tap into those rich aunty vibes, you know, to feel a little fancy, a little in control, and all kinds of good inside.
On those days, I head straight to the sacred cupboard and gently take down my late grandmother’s antique tea sets.
Yes, those precious cups, saucers, and teapots that only see the light of day once a year, or better yet, when the pastor is coming for a visit!
Tell me your age without telling me how old you are.
Growing up in the 1990s, raised by my grandmother, life moved at a slower, sweeter pace.
In the lounge stood her special credenza, a sturdy oak piece, polished to a warm glow, where all…
