sip happens
As a primary schooler, I diligently collected Spice Girls photocards with names such as “Baby blowing a bubble” and “Posh in the Union Jack” (sadly, they have not become valuable collectors’ items). Later, I graduated to hoarding free postcards to artfully blu-tack onto my bedroom walls. The act of intentionally curating these flimsy canvases was thrilling: a way of defining
