Posts Tagged ‘blogtoberfest’
Oct
Fave Friday.
Thanks so much to Drewzl for the drop by and for getting me off the hook about thinking up a topic for tonight (because with only 35 mins left of today, blogging is not a leisure passtime for me today!)
Well I’ve decided that my “Blogtoberfest Fave Friday” has to be Depeche Mode for my choice. And what clip better than the cheesey, kitsch lounge lizardy “It’s No Good”?
Tags: blogtoberfest, depeche mode, fave fridayOct
Blog More.
I was going to drink lattes and blog. And read other participating blogs. And take photos to blog of all the hugely enjoyable crafty things I am making for the fete stall I am having on the weekend (more of that tomorrow).
But not one post so far has scraped in before 11pm and I haven’t had a single chance to read another blog entry! Also, no craft! Just craft things spread on my kitchen bench, whispering to me siren like as I gaze longingly toward them.
Only a pile of brand new goodies to be popped in the shop between me and it. The goodness of the goodies makes up for it, though. Scooters, planes and cars, matryoshka, birds and fruit. What could be sweeter?
Maybe I’ll get to sip and blog and surf tomorrow. I’d like to make cupcakes too.
Tags: blogtoberfest, Fabric, Kokka, ShopOct
Spag’n'icecream for dinner.
Ok, so I’ve barely scraped into the second day of contributing to blogtoberfest and I had spent most of the day (while doing other things) thinking: “Oh, when I get a chance, I ‘ll write about this … (which I shall now leave until tomorrow, considering that it’s almost tomorrow now!)
WELL, the wee one obviously had other ideas, because when I saw this, I thought, “Oh how could I ever write about anything other than this?”
I’m sure that if you can make out what I’m going on about (’cause I know I’m not making any sense), you’ll agree. I hope these pictures speak louder (and clearer) than my words!
And yes, in answer to your revolted cry “Is that an ice cream in one hand and a bowl full of spaghetti in front of him, the answer is yes. What you can’t see is the handful of spag he’s just stuffed in his gob. Followed by a big bite of ice cream. And more spag. And more icecream…
Tags: blogtoberfest, domestic bliss, wee one

















