Waitrose this afternoon - as supermarkets go it's the best, a pleasure any other time of year, but come Christmas it's more like Tesco's on a Saturday morning sans badly behaved children. My husband who's sanguine by nature to the point of unconsciousness does suffer from trolley rage and suddenly does a Dr Phil and tells it like it is - I have to walk away, but apart from that I enjoy my trips to buy esoteric ingredients, and organic spelt, as well as Frosties and baked beans.
My lovely friend Louise (all my friends are lovely or they wouldn't be my friends) she who is currently living in New York sent me another wonderful parcel full of gorgeous craft supplies and inspirations for Christmas. I am so desperate to undo this roll I've taken a quick photo so you can see how it looks when it arrives - a roulade of felt!
Such beautiful colours