

How my kettle broke: a mini-drama from the life of a designerToday started as usual: I woke up, stretched, put on some music to get me in the mood, and headed for the kitchen. I already had a new design idea in my head - I wanted to create something inspired by the morning light and coziness. I planned to brew coffee and draw a couple of sketches on this inspiration. But fate decided otherwise. My faithful kettle, which served me honestly for several years, suddenly betrayed me. At first I didn't realize what was happening. I pressed the button - silence. I switched to another socket - nothing again. He just stood there like a monument to his former reliability.I looked at him like a True Crime drama: "Why you? Why now?" Thoughts from my favorite psychology books flashed through my mind: this is a sign. Perhaps the world is hinting for me to stop and think.I ended up sitting at my desk with a cold cup of water, no coffee, and no morning inspiration. But, you know, it was a moment of realization. Even little things like a broken teapot are a reminder that life is unpredictable, and that's the beauty of it. By the way, I've already come up with the design of the dress: it will have abstract prints symbolizing chaos and warm accents as a reminder that comfort can always be re-created. And the teapot? I'll buy a new one. And may it be as stylish as my future collections. 💫