Joining in with lovely Loobylu.
Hot ::
- Oh.. Meatballs for dinner. That’s Hot. I love meatball subs. They are Hot too. I make them with parmesan and eggs and breadcrumbs and rice, as well as the obvious meat. They simmer in a really simple sauce :: just garlic, olive oil, crushed tomatoes and salt and pepper. They like it in there. They get hot.
- Early dinner. When I make dinner, it’s early and that’s hot. (When Cam makes dinner.. well.. I better not complain, but let’s just say that it is not as early 😉 – but I do love it when I don’t have to make dinner, even if it’s served at 8.45. It’s still hot!)
- Making things out of lovely old things that were going to be turfed to the op-shop. That’s Hot.
- Crocheting with 4ply Merino. So Hot! I love it. Neat and cute and pretty too! I can not get enough of making granny squares from 4ply Merino. Hot. Hot. Hot.
- Weddings. Cam’s sister and my sister both getting married within a couple of months. Aw. That’s hot. And sweet. And lovely too. I like the way weddings seem to all happen at once… And I like the optimism of things like weddings and new babies and 21sts. Cute and hot.
- Coffee. I like it a lot. But not after 4pm. Because then I twitch all night thinking about coffee. Hot coffee. Mmm. I even like photos of coffee. Probably they are okay after 4pm, right?
- Last Fm. My saviour. Gift it to someone for Christmas and make them SO very HAPPY! Who wouldn’t want their very own radio station? You are hot LastFm.
- Big hooks and fat yarn. For making quick blankets in between the slow ones. Hotty hot hawt. Perfect for staying on task and not getting bored with the more finiquey projects… kind of crafty intermission!
- This book and this book and this book on Amazon UK!
Not Hot ::
- Nasty comments and spammers. Sheesh. I tell you. I’m just about up to here with it. If you are nasty, please do not read my blog. It is not for you. It is for nice people. Bugger off. If you are a spammer, begone… no one reads this blog. You are wasting your time. It’s just me here, talking to myself.
- Ankles. Ari’s ankles, to be precise. Poor Ari. He hurt his ankle at school and is feeling sore and sorry. It is swollen and painful. And he’s a busy boy and hates being couchbound. He’s stuck. And hungry. Up stairs. Up lots of stairs. Which he cannot move up and down. Lucky I can.
- Stairs. See above. Stairs are useful. I grant you that… but we do have A LOT OF STAIRS. Enough stairs, please… perhaps we could install an elevator?
- Post Winter garden… golly if you could see it. I mean, goodness. You would turn away and shake your head in disappointment. You might even leave a nasty comment. Hopefully next week I’ll have some thyme to do a bit of toiling in le jardin. That was a little gardening joke there.. waddaya reckon?
Phew.
Thank you Claire!