Gneiss Spice Racks

Bought an apartment in Manila a few years ago that was supposed to be my first home. It's a modest place. Too modest that I couldn't afford to paint and install a kitchen sink to move in. The plan was to save a little more to afford the paint, tiles and the basic fixtures I wanted, move in, survive a few years with hand-me-downs, phase them out slowly buying big and little things a paycheck at a time. Then Melbourne happened, not by choice. I didn't want to study at all but somehow the higher-ups keep saying that I will not forge ahead with my career if I don't so here I am, abandoning momentarily my ultimate D-I-Y project. Every now and then I slip into D-I-Y mode and I look at things. Small things. Useless even. When I'm bored or agitated, I go to home furniture stores and hardware stores or surf the web to imagine  life owning such things. And right now, there's nothing I covet more than these jars from Gneiss Spice:

I imagine a wall full of spices. They will even etch out the labels on the tin for you.


Although I'm not exactly sure if it's any help at all since these labels will be stuck to the magnet and you have no way to see whether what you're getting is paprika or chili powder unless you lift them up to check. Hmmm.

It's funny how modern solutions beget responses that reek of laziness.