A little stitching, a little pattern and I now have my very own La Cigale. It's a lavender filled cicada, to fill a wardrobe with summery fragrances and memories of a lovely Le Rouvray. The pattern went together beautifully. I think the next one deserves some sort of hanging loop as well.
I'm busting out the fabric stash. Aunts, avert you eyes as your Christmas presents may be looking a lot like this.
I'm smitten with Ladybird books. Their bright spines, idyllic worlds and attempts at first readers. According to telling the time, we can expect the mail man at 9 and the milkman at 10 and daddy will get home from work at 6. Just as well there is shopping at 11 and tea at 4 to keep us occupied for the rest of the day.
E is really into magic at the moment so the book on the top of the stack is her current favourite.
One day I will concoct a dish that uses as many vintage utensils as I can find. These two followed me home from the church fair. This little grater was fantastic for grating hard cheddar for over our spaghetti*. As for the baking molds, I have no idea. They are not the little shells for madeleines or log like ginger gems. It appears there are still novelty pastries out there for me to discover.
*The kids were stoked to use the grater, but rather disgusted when they tasted the strong cheese - I wish I had taken a photo to record the foul look I got.
