Ten Espresso capsules in one sleeve. We buy 12 such. A coffee capsule is something that you put inside the mouth of an Nespresso machine, to get a hot cup of Espresso out. Every morning, while I empty a packet of White peony tea into a hot cup of water, my husband feeds the coffee machine two Espresso capsules — the result is a potion of Arabica and Robusta that wipes out any remnants of last night’s sleep.
Over months, the number of capsules decrease, and the number of empty sleeves of Indriya (coffee from India), Kazaar (from Brazil) and Vanilio (from Central and South America) increase. Stacked one on top of the other, it’s soon a mountain of proof of the amount of caffeine consumed by us. I use them to make a home decor that, just like the capsules, helps one kick start the day with a sense of lightness and cruise through it with ease.
Most weekends, our home is filled with guests. Whoever comes, brings along a small something. Over the months, we have received photo frames, vases, cans of beer, paintings, etc. Last week, two friends of ours brought us an adorable pack of macaroons. ‘Woops!’ macaroons. While the contents were gobbled up in a day, what was left was a cute box, which honestly gave me a greater rush than all the sugar in the colorful small biscuits inside it.
So I saved the box, and decided to turn it into a home for all the corks that we had been collecting so far. The box in itself was a nice shade of pink and green, so I left two sides as is, save for bordering them with thin strips of green tape. I painted the other two sides with a mix of Oatmeal and Cayman blue colors. And on one, I sketched a girl hanging upside down from a branch, throwing a large cork from her hands into the box.
The result was this funny home decor-cum-cork stand which, I thought, would go best in our liquor shelf. A tribute to all the bottles that we uncorked, drank from, and shared some laughs and conversations over.
Every once in a while, while walking along the aisles of Total Wine and More, we discover something new. Some remain a one-time buy. Some others earn a permanent slot in our shelf. Though it’s said that one shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, when in quest to try something new, we largely go by the shape and color of the bottle. And in some cases, the name.
A little intrigued to find the name of a small town in India written on the cover of a single malt whiskey, we pick it up, and bring it home. The bottle, wrapped in a cream silk pouch, we find, is placed snugly inside a cylindrical box, like a treasure. We learn that there is indeed a distillery in the state of Uttar Pradesh, which makes this pepper spice and dry fruit infused whiskey in limited quantity, and exports it to international locations, including the US.
Several days, and several sips later, though the bottle remains half full, I take its well-rounded, smooth cover to paint a little stand. A home decor, which could be placed anywhere…