Home

I port’t been stitching, perusal, gardening or even reflecting much for the past two of days. Yesterday we had (I muse) 18 adults and almost as many pl of child here for a barbie. Matt’s work has two police officers from Papua New Twenty-one shillings visiting, and they all unwavering to have a social fact. Matt organised the pot-fate part of it very well – lots of difference in the food, rather than 10 potato salads and nothing else. I made olive-colored and garlic provisions and we (by we I mean Matt) cooked it in the pizza oven - this can be a bit hit and fail to reach, depending on how many beers he drinks while the pizzas prepare for the table – the first ones are ok, by the end of the obscurity, they can be a bit burnt or raw or a ‘alluring’ conjunction of both.

Please note we have not upgraded to the $7000 out-of-door kitchen! Matt built the pizza oven from reclaimed firm bricks. We are still tarrying for him to install the next to the first hand metal entrance, and in the meantime use the four bricks as a entrance. Matt also built the BBQ surrounds and the tablet (but not the chairs). We had a strict day, but it was late by the duration the last people left. I was asked why we don’t have a dishwasher …I peaked out to the friends who were helping me cleanse by ablution up that I don’t strait a dishwasher, because family feel afflicted for me and always help (that went down well. Show the teeth). I did cop a bit of flak for construction them wash up some formative plates (the half-disposable ones I re-use for kids parties) though, and everyone meditation it was ridiculous to use woven fabric napkins. These napkins below I hid at the bottom of the amass, and they didn’t get used. I did these a while back using some Cedar Ravine leaf friction plates and blade pattern sheets, Shiva paintstiks and (from recollection) my very first free action machine stitching.

Read more...