When the issue becomes less emotive I'll tell him about Red Earth, which contains the most bona fide lifestyle I've ever seen under one roof.
|part of my haul from Red Earth|
Scottish Husband took a sweeping glance at the shop as we walked in and remarked that this was going to cost us money. Even as he spoke, I was mentally assigning May's gin budget to pastel glasses, pink enamel milk pans and a new stripey bag, for though I already have too many bags I thought it would be sensible to have a bag in which to store the excess bags.
Entering into the spirit of things, Scottish Husband pointed out cloches, bought me the perfect cardigan and distracted the daughters with three-tier afternoon tea while I was rationalising the need for the patently unneeded. What a good, good person. We paused at the cushion shelves, hoping to essay a little philanthropy, but Bono wasn't with us to say whether he prefers flour-sack fabric or zebra print. Choosing for others can be so challenging.
|I remind you that I am Queen of Fudge|
Terrified of Facebook has been in touch to say that she is terrified of Facebook but would like to win the soap giveaway nonetheless. Enter, enter, by all means, but no more than three times, and definitely no more than five. Just leave a comment on the giveaway post and I'll square it with our ethics committee here.