The fate of the mistaken biscuits

Last week, I was supposed to crack open these champagne bottles at a hen night in the West End. However, due to the terrorists (again!) they closed a few of the roads off in London, plus some of the tube stations. And, for reasons of safety I thought it best not to travel into London at that time, so I cancelled. I sent Lizzie this card which I cross stitched. It only took about an hour to make, a great last minute card creator and very cute too.

Yesterday my crafting fingers tried salt dough ornaments... they ended up in the bin just after Hubby picked one up and said "biscuits?". Oy vey. With the amount of salt I used it would have seriously killed him. Oy vey. I wouldn't mind, they didn't even look like biscuits.

Sorry, I didn't take a photo.

However, the aim was to make little bits and bobs and sell them at the school Chanukah fete. As one usually does, I ran before I could walk... the story of my life. I was trying to make some really cute candle sticks in the shape of people. There was alot of rolling, alot of cutting and shaping and... The conclusion, too fiddly for manicured hands.

I did make some letters using cutters and placed a hole in the top corner using a straw in which I was planning to put a keyring chain. Cute idea. Those were the mistaken biscuits.

In other news:

Weight watchers - I never managed to get there.

I popped into Metro Tesco to buy a few things just before getting weighed and whilst I was waiting in the aisle for the fella who was going "out the back" to check whether he had any plain flour, the other fella stacking the shelves dropped two jars of something orange (maybe a korma) on the floor. Sh**. All over my trousers. I was wearing flip flops... it wasn't pretty! I didn't even get angry, I just said "accidents happen". Anyway, I thought it wrong to put my korma feet onto the scales - so I came home and had coffee and cake!

The Nosh had a visitor today. Can you see her, she's landed on his hat.