Some may think I'm this rock chick that knits (and I hate to disillusion) but, I'm more like a Betty Suarez who does housework with Barry Manilow on her ipod.
So now the secrets out I'm gonna take a gamble and tell you another one. That I'm probably the one and only and last person on this here planet that STILL watches Newlyweds. Yes, I know they're divorced, but I'm living the past. I guess you could call me a Jessica Simpson fan, there you are, I said it. So when I saw these little gems of a clog I had to grab them with both hands and rush over to the till before anyone could persuade me otherwise. Jessica Simpson clogs, *shriek*, I know. And the soles are enscribed with her autograph. Love 'em. Love 'em. And they're kinda rock chickish.
Are you still here?
Anyway, the purpose of the shopping trip was to visit my local craft store. So, there I am pushing the pram (clogs in the basket underneath) and I notice the Nosh has lost his sock. Oy vey. Not again. When he's excited he has a little Riverdance thing going on... he must have had one of those moments in the shoe shop and kicked off his sock.
Oh well, another one bites the dust.
I purchased some lovely letterbox red buttons and binding for my Phildar Swing Jacket. Beige and red. Does that go? I guess anything really goes with beige and for me, the brighter the contrast the better. And, I bought some stuff(!?) for a new sewing project I have in mind. Fabric can get very addictive, but I've promised myself not to build a stash until I know that I will enjoy sewing it up.
Sweetpea Family turn your heads 'cos the very sight of this dish may churn stomachs. For the past week, we the Sweetpea family have had cauliflower. We are sick sick sick of it. We had cauliflower cheese, of which the leftovers were mouleed for the Nosh. Great dish. Thank you Eva for your tip on ridding of bugs and thanks girls for your recipe suggestions.
p.s. I'm actually more of a Nick Lachey fan.
p.p.s. I've 3lb to target.