Isabella and The Hoard of National Geographics.

Isabella and The Hoard of National Geographics.

Another beautiful Sunday morning. The coffee was brewing and Isabella decided to gather her hoard of National Geographic magazines into her favourite reading corner. She had a special place for those pre-1978 additions. This attraction for Isabella was not just for the out-of-this-world journalistic magnificence but for the photographs of the kitchie-kitch knitwear worn by all those captured by the lens. It was a special era for knitwear across the world. An era Isabella’s hippie parents embraced and encouraged throughout her childhood. Turtle necks, cable knits, toggle buttons, random hues of burnt orange and brown. Isabella knew her hoard of National Geographics was really meeting her need to relish her roots. God bless National Geographic.

Isabella and The Good Looking Barista.

Isabella and The Good Looking Barista.

Isabella was on to her fourth coffee. She was pretending to be waiting for a friend but truth be known, she was just perving at the good looking Barista. He had it all. Freshly roasted beans, ground to order, precision tampering, fast to engage and a crema that would make even the coffee gods weep with joy. Double shot short black, long macchiato, flat white, soy latte – the choice was endless. Isabella believed that she could withstand the caffeine overdose in the name of the good looking Barista…. if only she knew his name. And then she gazed into the Barista’s beautiful green eyes as he cleaned his frothing wand. His name didn’t matter any more. He will only ever be known to Isabella as The Good Looking Barista.