I always prided myself on the fact that I could live out of milk crates forever. It was kind of my way of detaching from materialism.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
You know, you only get to live life once, so there are two things that that yields. One is that there's no point in crying over spilt milk, but secondly you hate wasting time, energy, and whatever talent you've got.
I love milk so much! I make a point of drinking a glass of milk every day. So now anyone who did those milk ads with the milk mustaches, they're my heroes.
I've taken a milk-art class; I can put a heart on top of the cappuccino. I'm very proud of that.
Milk which is just about to turn is akin to that moment spent on the cusp of failure in a dulled and fettered relationship.
I was living in my lovely little two-bedroom flat in north London... and suddenly, I couldn't just walk down the street and buy a pint of milk.
The older I get, the less I obsess about material stuff. In fact, stuff has become the enemy. There always seems to be more of it than I have storage in my house!
When I was in college, my parents' house burned down, and took a lot of the possessions I'd grown up with. That's probably one thing that made me realize material stuff is not really that important.
I have an obsession with Milk Duds. Eating them tastes like heaven.
I'm actually living my life with the material I choose to work with.
My love for ice cream emerged at an early age - and has never left!