Ok. These Friday posts are turning into a Dr Seuss story (here’s me knitting on a train, here’s me knitting on a plane, would you like green eggs and ham).
So here are some knitting goodies that I found the other weekend.
My local second hand shop has just closed. It’s on the way home between the train station and home, and I always look at the pretty things in the window.
I’ve bought some pretty tea cups, and my tea pot from there.
It’s been there as long as I can remember. But it’s closing so I had one last look through.
And I found some hidden treasures.
Aren’t they wonderful?
It reminds me of that great scene from coupling when the ladies are describing a man’s hottest on a scale. Knitting pattern guy is quite high on the scale.
And of course here are the obligatory updates on the baby blanket.
Attached forthwith are the minutes of the last meeting (at Sherbert).
A berry sponge cake, a chocolate brownie, and a polenta cake.
Of course the actual minutes were a lot more detailed. Even though I think my work is really interesting, I’m pretty sure not many other people would share my enthusiasm. That and it’s not a subject for the internets. Some anonymity is nice.
Perfect spot for a good coffee and cake.
It was a hot Sunday and we wanted to get out of the house. So we had lunch at Mrs.S which is just down the road and always busy so we thought we’d give it a try.
The decor was lovely. It had an modern but homely feel.
The menus were golden books which is a totally cute idea.
There were flowers everywhere, with colourful aprons hanging on the walls.
My expectations were pretty high, but the menu didn’t live up to them.
Gluten free and organic food is pretty trendy at the moment. I know that because it’s everywhere!
And it was definitely the theme at Mrs.S
It was a pretty short menu which didn’t help.
My watermelon juice was beautiful. Very refreshing for a hot day, but Mr P-D&S didn’t like his apple juice.
It was freshly squeezed which I ended up finishing.
I had a chicken, pineapple, and herb salad. Which was very fresh. It could have used more salad, less herbs, but it didn’t quite hit the spot.
I could have used more (which is saying something because I had downed a couple of fish cakes before we even go there.
The Mr had a chicken penne with gorgonzola.
Again the portion was really small, and apparently if had way to many nuts. I don’t even remember seeing nuts on the menu.
It wasn’t terrible (well the Mr would disagree, he was not impressed at all), but if I was to go again it wouldn’t be for the food.
On a hungover Saturday, the Mr dragged me out to dinner and away from my tracky daks and tea (hangover essentials).
The promise was pasta and pizza. The place was Piccos. I didn’t even know where it was, even though it’s just 2 minutes up the road. Turns out I used to run past it all the time.
The location isn’t idyllic, but the attention to detail inside more than makes up for the location.
From the handwritten menu on the wall, to the table numbers, to the umbrella stand, every little detail had been thought of and executed beautifully.
We were unprepared as usual, so it was water only for the table but we’ll know for next time (and there will be a next time).
After the promise of pizza and pasta, we had to choose. The pizza menu had so many delicious items, but I couldn’t go past the bbq chicken, with capsicum and onion. It’s one of my favourites.
Mr Polka-dots&Sparkles, had the linguini cabonara.
The food was good, just what I felt like. And we were able to take the rest of the pizza home (which is great because I can never eat a full pizza).
But looking around at all the different foods around us, next time I think we’ll be a little bit more adventurous.
I really wanted to take photos of everything, the whole place was just so cute.
It’s a keeper.
…and you will know us by the trail of dead… was absolutely epic on Sunday night.
Words can’t even begin to describe it. That moment when you hear the riff to one of your all-time favourite songs, surrounded by people who love them aswell.
I may have screamed a little.
Between that on Sunday night and the football on Friday night I slept.
Like Rip Van Winkle type of sleep.
I’m still not 100% but I’m back at work. I lasted at work yesterday for a grand total of 45 minutes of everyone telling me that I looked awful so I went home and slept some more (and watched some bad television).
Lets hope the new rapture album, a spotlight catalogue, project runway Australia finale, and a bowl of mac and cheese hits the spot.
Failing that a hot bath and some hugs from my man (or my dolls which now live in my clean spare bedroom).
The Inglewood Hotel is one of my
I pretty much know the menu, and I know it’s a good feed.
It’s not always the football result I want (my boys are having a terrible year), but it’s a good vibe and a good experience.
So my best gal and I went to watch the Hawthorn v Port Adelaide game.
A spot of lunch was in order between beers, and instead of individual meals (read I couldn’t decide) we ordered some sausage rolls, three cheese croquettes, and wedges.
I love the ingie’s sausage rolls. Lamb and fennel are a wonderful combination, I do t know why I don’t eat them together more often.
The three cheese croquettes were a little bland. The quince chutney suited it, but it sort of tasted like hash browns whereas I expected it to taste more like grilled haloumi or baked camembert.
Wedges are wedges. They’re a pub staple and the ingie doesn’t get them wrong.
I’d order the sausage rolls again, but not the croquettes, and not the wedges unless there was nothing else available.
And after losing the footy, those sausage rolls with lime aoli were the highlight.
Maylands is evolving.
Slightly biased because I live here, but I keep discovering new places.
Well mostly I stick to the same places but every now and again we venture out to some where new.
Chapels on Whatley has been a shop that I’ve walked past on the way to the train countless time. But it never really appealed to me aesthetically. It’s just not the kind of furniture that I like.
But as a coffee shop I was willing to give it a shot. And I was pleasantly surprised.
Feeling ever so delicate from a night at the Inglewood previously, the ham bagel went down a treat.
But the highlight was the scone and jam that was fresh and hot out of the oven, and the best cup of tea I have had in a very long time.
They actually sell the tea as well which I have to buy, as soon as I buy a teapot that I can use. I have my Royal Albert teapot which I got for my 21st, but I’ve never used it.
Now I’m on the hunt for a teapot.