Homemade smidgins of pizza joy
As fellow blogger janeishly commented, "Klutz gardening is just an indication of your subconscious knowing where stuff will grow. Honest." I don't have to take her word for it, because I already know this to be true. I have racked up numerous instances of klutz gardening over the years, although these have seldom been documented.... Continue Reading →
These are not the jeans that inspired the name of this blog all those years ago, but a passable substitute.
The combined forces of bean soup and a wobbly piling system have left me with no choice but to retreat into my headspace.
Thank you for reading my blog. I am walking on a knife's edge, as I agonise over whom to thank first: new followers – of which there have been quite a few, or those who have been reading my posts for years. Suffice to say that my gratitude, like peanut butter on a decent piece... Continue Reading →