It's that time of year again.

Every year I beg my mother to make me a christmas cake. Every year, after moaning and threatening not to, she makes me the cake.

Every year as she gives me the cake, she warns me that I'm not to eat it until the week before Christmas and ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE GUESTS MEGAN. Every year I scoff it down so fast that there is no chance it will survive longer than, ahem, late November (maybe).

This year she got cunning. She texted Jules and told him that she'd given me the cake and that I was not allowed to touch it, NOT EVEN IF SHE SAYS IT'S AN EMERGENCY.

What she doesn't know is that Jules has left me alone with it. Mwahahahahaha.

Pop quiz!

And no cheating.

What is MacGyver's first name?

I'll start. My money is on Muffin. Muffin MacGyver.

Chook, chook, chook, chook, chook...

 

 

I'm not one to brag buuuuuuut....

I am. So I'll tell you what happened yesterday.

I got home from a lovely weekend at the farm to find fresh flowers in the hallway and living room, the sunday newspaper, a block of my very favourite chocolate, fresh water in the kettle and tea pot filed with tea all ready for me to make a cuppa, and last but best, a pair of shoes that I have been lusting after for ages.

Man. I have it so good.

Get your 5+ a day right here

 

 

 

 

I miss you Wellington

Thanks Tash*

No stars tonight

What a wonderful evening.

It's pouring with rain for the first time in such a very long time.

I have the latest edition of Art New Zealand to cuddle up with.

And I have a beautiful new supply of watercolours, paper and brushes waiting for me to open in the morning.

Very victorian

Ladyhawke, you make me delirious

Green. Oh so very green.

Wellingtonians, how jealous I am of you all right now. To have a truckload of vintage goodies from the South Island coming your way this weekend... man, I'd love to be there.

Have fun. Do me proud and shop 'til you drop.

Chocolate couture

This dress is made from chocolate. A DRESS that's also CHOCOLATE. Genius.

(Thanks MammaPop).

So true Johnny, so true

I read yesterday that Johnny Depp once said that with toddlers you're always on suicide and homicide watch - if they're not doing something that will kill themselves, they're doing something that will kill someone else.

Never a truer word spoken.

Unrelated statements all in one post without bulletpoints because I can't work out how to make them. Help me someone.

I can't even begin to describe how blissful it is to be able to blog from my bed.

Managing a shop is harder than it looks. I thought I'd prance about and play with pretty things. In 4 weeks, there has been very little prancing.

A woman came into the shop today to complain about how expensive everything was. Well, that's the only reason I can think of for her being there because she didn't buy anything. But then something really strange happened. She returned later to take one of our business cards to use as a birthday card for her one year old granddaughter. Wow.

Facebook is both a blessing and a curse for me. It's a blessing because I get to stay in regular contact with friends I love with all my heart. It's a curse because I still feel anxious, even 100 years after the fact, about what some people I went to high school with think of me. Or should that be thought of me then? Or maybe what they both thought of me then and think of me now? Hrrmm, how about I try relaxing and not caring about any of it.

I've spent most of my evening in front of a roaring fire. It's November. AND I'M IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE.

Yay Obama. You got my vote in spirit. That reminds me - I must remember to vote in our national election tomorrow. You too. Unless you're not allowed to. But otherwise you should vote.

Mmmmm is for marmite

 

Come one, come all

The delightful Louise over at Twenty Cent Mixture is organising a New Zealand-wide Christmas ornament swap. There are some very cool crafters taking part and I'll be in there too.

Come and join in the fun. Sign-up ends tomorrow so hurry, hurry, hurry!

It's like magic

We have WIRELESS broadband. I'm in heaven.

And did I mention that we have MySky now too?

Ahhh, life is good in the country.

Must. Post. Must. Post.

Right, let's have a report-back on my efforts to post every day in October.

Days in October = 31.

Posts on Frou Frou = 29.

According to my maths, that's a win.

Singing from the same hymn book

My darling Jules sent me off for a manicure today. All his idea and he paid. Just saying.