Despite the headline up there, we all know that the humble yet fabulous cheesecake, could never be a burden, not even on your hips. Well, perhaps on your hips, but be selective, slice it thin like an after dinner mint (think how many thin slices you could have before you reach even an approximation of a full serving, think and feel all fluttery and happy).
Yes, friends, you’ve guessed that I have a soft spot for the game of Chess, though I do not play it very well, or at all, really. I have issues with strategic planning involving war-like games, but that by no means diminishes the tomfoolery and malarkey one can enjoy with happy japes about the various representations of pieces and their predilections. Jeez, that was exhausting, I’m off to play a round of draughts/checkers with the nearest nerdy Martian.
Imagine how many millions, perhaps billions, of self-help texts there must be in the world. No, do not do that, you will become extremely depressed and need a self-help text to help you, which it won’t, obviously. I mean, look at the state of the world. So, why not move to Mars and read poetry instead? You know you want to.
Ettore Sottsass was a very interesting designer who made a lot of unusual stuff, including this wacky item, yes, wacky, that’s a word in the English language, unfortunately. This wacky bookcase/divider/dresser, the Carlton, as it is known, is one of Ettore’s creations. What a lovely scratching post it offers to the discerning ‘hyper-carnivore’ (to quote Abigail Tucker, that writer of wonderful books about cats) that is the mid-century modernista feline.