|My homemade rustic-looking rhubarb crumble. Lovely?|
"So many posts!" readers will mutter in vexation. "Why is she issuing notelets from the moral high ground and showing us her new bathmat instead of writing about the important stuff, importantly illustrated, which she used to discuss so importantly and blessedly infrequently?"
I'm actually a busy, busy person, although you wouldn't think it from the amount of time I spend kicking round the www. Mind you, you mustn't judge my overall internet activity by the hours I spend camped out at your blog, as you'll have noticed from your stats. It's just that your posts are so fascinating that I know more about what you eat than what's going on with the grand prix in Bahrain, although I do strive to keep the flag of world affairs flying at dinner-party conversations, as though my opinions would vanquish evil.
|Pink Daughter used some of her savings to buy a pink wig. Lovely?|
It's a fleeting dose of the modern Urge to Share, I suppose, and I'll return to my sparse posting ways soon, but just see what came of it: dear Hajni from Mianra Soaps has been in touch, telling me that she is making me my very own custom soap to match my skies and petrol blue bathmat:
Enchanting Cherry Blossom and regal Iris harmonised by Jasmine, Rose, Lily of the valley and Freesia. The sophisticated base is made up of powdery iris, musk, precious woods and crystal amber.It sure sounds like moi, non? Now amn't I glad I took up blogging?
AND, and that's a capitalised AND, she has offered to do a lovely giveaway here, so watch this blogspace for an exciting opportunity to win your (votre) own package of her delights. Do come back and enter, Anonymous; we can still be friends.