Sunday, June 28, 2009
With blogging, comes accountability. Without documenting stuff, I would never clock how many unfinished projects I have on the go (although at last count, I lost count), or the disproportionate amount of childhood my anklebiters spend at markets. Guilt moves me to declare next weekend a non-market event, (unless we end up at the John Brack exhibition and happen by a nearby and patently unavoidable situation). Nonetheless, today has been a winning day...
The fifty cent button card stall:
(and that would be a win for the button bowl):
Some well-considered pocket money expenditure (particularly given the burning-hole-in-pocket issues):
A wooden chooken (what’s with the vaguely unnerving poultry obsession?):
Hyperventilation on behalf of someone else who knows how to make grand designs with veritable kilometres of crocheted circle whatsits:
Masterchef scones for afters. (If the Mr is coming across inebriated it’s due to the waft of baking and the – surely not unreasonable? – one whole minute cooling ruling). A unanimously declared cats pyjamas scone recipe...