If you ever visit Edinburgh, Scotland, you need to stop into Anthropologie. Even men will find something intriguing if they're foodies like Ralph. I'm transported back to rustic Greece islands with stone pots, lots of colour, the sweet smell of sea water and exotic flowers. Ralph had to drag me out of here as we were already late for our next adventure. I fell in love with some leather Aztec flats and a beautiful yellow floral summer dress. But what topped it off for me was the crockery, hand painted patterned mugs and stone pots, I could have bought endless amounts of recipe books, my favourite being The Paris Pastry Club.
I found myself redecorating our whole house while rummaging around bathroom apparel, wicker chairs and tables, stone hideaways and even glass wear. There was endless inspiration for every day life even if it is at a high price. But you're getting what you paid for as I wouldn't be surprised if the clothes outlived me. I have a habit of wearing out my shoes which doesn't seem to be a problem for shoes at Anthropologie.
I challenge you not to fall in love with this urban outfitters branch out from 1992, if anything their scents will entice you!
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Since going gluten free we've been expanding recipes and researching to find one's that don't need tweaking. My all time favourite is Nigella Lawson's Torta Caprese. This is a flour-less almond cake named after the Capri Islands. Ralph made this for me once and I was hooked, and it wasn't just me, I ended up trying to force it down throats of family members "I don't eat gluten free" they said as they waved their hands, "Just try it!" as it's not for celiacs, it just so happens to be made without anything that contains gluten. They too, ended up hooked. I had a go at making it myself and ended up fluffing up the recipe, and not in a good way. I think I'll leave it to the professional next time...
So we're moving! We're not, actually but it crossed our minds while visiting Haddingtonnot far from Edinburgh in Scotland. Rich with an almost Mediterranean culture. Part of me felt transported back to living in Saint Augustine, Florida with it's cobblestone streets, all Haddington needed was a fort and some horse drawn carriages. Hidden nooks and cranny's to explore and a dozen gardens welcomed picnickers. My favourite was the medicinal gardens of St Mary's Pleasance near Haddington House the oldest private residence in town. I could have constructed a little cottage and lived in there.
The walls of the garden were built by Napoleonic prisoners of war and the garden itself was designed by the late Architect Schomberg Scott by the specification of the late Sir George Taylor a Botonist and former director at the Royal Botanical Gardens, Kew. They both designed the gardens to have a "Mount" and "Sunken Garden" to hold true to the 17th century architecture of the surrounding buildings. Fruit tree's scattered among the grounds giving shade to fellow bookworms and picnickers. I can't describe the aroma's that hit the nose as we wondered through the paths, lavender, jasmine and countless herbs and fruits wafted through the air. It was a something out of a dream, I fully expected Mr & Mrs Darcy to come strolling through the garden in front of us. I'll surely be back for another visit!
From an early age I have been introduced to sewing machines, almost everyone older than 20 had one when I was a kid, it's scary that I never really got the hang of it. Half the time I managed to screw up threading my machine....you know it's bad when your father ends up stealing it from you instead?
I have a slight fear of sewing machines, but I'm also in awe of them and anyone who can use one. I've made the odd garment in my lifetime and ended up hand sewing it instead of using the machine, I hear you shouting "WHY!? Are you mad?" Yes, I know machine sewing is supposed to be quicker than hand sewing but not when you're in the room with me, I've made a 30 year sewing specialist have to take a breather because she couldn't believe how long it took me to make something on a sewing machine compared to hand sewing it. In my defence, hand sewing is a lost art *Cough Cough*
I love visiting my grandmother's or mother-in-law's, they always have a new sewing gadget, box, or machine. I'm itching to use them but I know I'll probably break it. I have sewing awkwardness, give me a camera, I can create work with that, give me a sewing machine and I'll tangle the string in parts of the machine you never knew existed! That doesn't mean I still don't want to know about every inch of it and become jealous of all the pretty things you've made. So you can imagine when I walked into my mother-in-law's house the other day and there lay on the dining room table a huge box of all the new sewing machine feet she'd bought. Does it make me sad that I pee'd a little with excitement?