A rush of blood to the head provoked a moment of unpacking a box (I still have many from moving last year). Not just any box, but the large, misshapen box of random and unrelated items sitting in an ugly mess in my studio. Goodness knows how paper bags, fabric garden decorations, kids airline bags, souvenirs from a trip to France five years ago and a specimen jar (unused) ended up in the same box … along with a bra that I’ve been looking for since moving! Mine is not question why, but to rejoice in the miraculous reappearance.
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.View all of Amie Brûlée's posts.