It’s been a rollercoaster kind of day. So many highs and so many low lows.
High: I took a stroll through the art supply store on the corner of my street this morning, the place with the bar, but as Neil reminded me, 10:30am was too early for margaritas, so I just looked at their lovely stuff. Take a look at these giant enormous pastels, oh my, I could eat them, really, I could eat them!
Low: a disastrous afternoon at the hairdresser that has left me looking and feeling like a frumpy short-haired frump. I may also have cried. A lot.
There are no photos of this.
High: My beautiful husband who has claimed every Saturday night as his “Jamie Oliver” night and completely takes over the kitchen to prepare and cook a meal from “Jamies 30 minute meals” cookbook. He also thought it appropriate to open a 2001 Leeuwin Estate ‘Art Series’ Cabernet Sauvignon, probably to stop me crying about my awful haircut for 10 to 15 minutes.
Pictures of amazing food and awesome chef/husband:
Which brings me to…today’s illustration!! (was a long time coming today!!)
My very own Masterchef.
Final high: a full bottle of Baileys, a sleeping toddler and George Clooney’s ‘Descendants’ ready to be watched.
It’s not all bad.