I think I’ll call this wishlisting.
My life would be better with these in it.
FO: Bow Pouch
One thing I have learnt from reading knitting blogs and spending time on ravelry is that FO is a finished object.
And this is something I finished off recently
It’s this little bow pouch
It’s really cute, the only thing is I don’t know what to use it for yet.
It was made using Moda Vera Cardellino, that I had frogged from the <a href="https://polkadotsandsparkles.wordpress.com/2011/07/27/frog-it"hat that wasn't.
It didn’t take that long. It’s probably a little bit bulky in the Cardellino, so I may have to make some more in a less bulky yarn.
But oh so cute.
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etsy finds
i adore etsy, and as I also collect and admire vintage tea cups and teapots, this post was inevitable.
Enjoy my etsy finds.
Continue reading etsy finds
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It’s a kitchen invasion
I was all set to cook fish and chips for my boyfriend who had cooked the previous two meals.
I had some fish in the microwave defrosting only to discover once it had defrosted that it wasn’t fish, it was squid.
So J was called on to cook dinner, as I’m not too confident with cooking fish.
So he cooked up a seafood (prawn, squid, and barramundi all from the freezer) medley.
I put the chips in the oven (yay I helped!).
But while the oven was on I decided to make desert. And so I looked in my old high school cook book (yes I’ve still got it after all these years) and found a recipe. We’re not big sweet tooths in my household, so when I find a sweet recipes which can happily feed us two with no leftovers to go to waste, I hold on to it.
This quantity will easily serve two people, but you can have that amount to yourself with no problems.
3/4 cup milk, 1 egg, 2 tsp sugar, some nutmeg, and some vanilla were mixed in a mug.
Then poured over some buttered bread which had the crusts cut off, and placed in the bottom of ramekins.
That then went in a water bath, in the oven for 25 minutes.
It wasn’t fish and chips, but it was good.
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I love the feeling of new sheets
I love bed.
I love sleeping in. I love curling up in the blankets watching comfort tv. I love the feeling of new sheets.
The crispness. The comfort.
So ever since we got our new bedroom furniture I’ve wanted to buy new sheets and a quilt cover to match.
Of course J didn’t want to come with me, so I had to choose it myself. The only guidance was nothing hot pink and nothing floral.
Which in the realm of bedspreads is quite limiting.
Of course the other pattern that’s in style is birds, and as I have a mild phobia, I’d rather not go to sleep thinking of birds.
So I found one that I quite liked, a lovely old forest scene. Naturally when I got home J said that it reminded him of the ‘Blair Witch Project’ – thanks babe.
Next time he can come with me.
I splurged on some 1000 thread count sheets, which I am itching so get in to.
Is it bed time yet?
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Its just one thing after another
It’s a truth universally acknowledged, that as you sort one aspect of you life out, another will go drastically wrong.
Maybe I’m paraphrasing Bridget Jones badly (and Jane Austen even worse) but that’s what this week has been.
The washing machine, which was due to be repaired on Monday, was diagnosed as being more expensive to fix than replace. So a new washing machine needs to be bought.
And yesterday the water in my sinks was lingering a little too long, so we called a plumber out.
He cleared the blockage so potential crisis was averted but for a while there we thought there could be another flooding on the horizon (and just as we had got everything back to normal).
So on Monday night, the Mr went to the shops as he had a plan for dinner. After we spent the afternoon/evening sorting things out, finally moving everything back into the master bedroom we were somewhat spent, so J had leftover soup that he had taken for lunch but hadn’t eaten. And I made a Nigella fall back (cannelini beans with chorizo).
So Monday night’s dinner became Tuesday nights dinner.
Whilst I started a pair of socks, J busied himself in the kitchen. He came out with barbequed steak with a pepper gravy, over mashed peas and potatos, and some barbequed corn.
It’s really awesome having a boy who will cook me a good meal (with 3 vegies!) while I sit on the couch and try and figure out how to knit socks.
Life is good.
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the day after On The Bright Side
We had a sleep in.
J lost his voice and tried not to speak all day.
Did our washing at a laundromat, while we’re waiting for our washing machine to get fixed.
I finished off a hat that I started, but have plans to frog it.
I made chicken and corn soup (with a trip to the shops in the process).
I fixed our internet connection.
J played Gran Turismo.
I made cheese and bacon muffins
We went to the casino for a silent dinner, watched Mark Webber lose pole position.
Went home and watched some tele and fell asleep.
zzz
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a very rare breakfast post
I very rarely post about breakfast.
Mainly because Monday – Friday i’ll have weetbix at my desk at work. No one wants to see weetbix everyday.
And Saturday and Sunday are usually sleep in days so we’ll either have brunch or go straight to lunch, breakfasts are usually a boring affair.
Well as i’m currently temping for someone who works 8 – 4:30, instead of my usual 7 – 3:30, I had an extra hour in the morning.
20 minutes of that was taken up with a sleep in.
And the rest was putting on a pot of tea, squeezing some oranges for fresh orange juice, and a bowl of nutrigrain.
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Cosied up in couple-dom
Saturday night, worn out from visiting both pairs of parentals, cleaning, and returning things that had been lent to us, it was a quiet one.
And for some reason I had a hankering for rice.
So (much to j’s disgust) I cooked up some brown rice. In the saucepan which I cooked the rice in, once there was only a little bit of water left, some frozen peas.
Whilst that was cooking away, I fried some chorizo, mushrooms, onions, and it should have had pineapple (because that’s what I really wanted, but alas the pineapple in my fridge was kinda tangy, even for pineapple)
So once the rice had cooked, that went in with the fried ingredients.
Topped with some grated cheese and worcestershire sauce for good measure, and there was my dinner.
J had to make leftover lamb and cheese toasted sandwiches.
Good thing he can fend for himself.
And we’re not talking about the football that i stayed up to watch because it wasn’t replayed until 10:30, and then was a complete disappointment. Looks like we’re going to be wooden spooners. 😦
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Snausages and mash
First off can I just say I’m impressed that snausage is autocorrected in my phone.
But the point of this post is to brag about my boyfriend.
As I was organising all my clothes into my new wardrobes (sheesh I have a lot – and still nothing to wear) my boy took himself off into the kitchen and started making dinner.
He is a good cook. I would live with him if he couldn’t cook. That just doesn’t fit with my values regarding gender equality and stereotyping. And if he can’t accommodate my values then sorry – not on.
So he can cook. Sure his repertoire is BBQ, breakfast, brunch, and brinner, but it’s the actions that count.
Oh and he does good steak.
So off he went into the kitchen, and cooked me mashed potatoes, with sausages, mushroom gravy (gravox) and sugar snap peas.
And bonus points for polony sandwiches.
polka-dots & sparkles 