Yesterday upon the stair

I met a man who wasn't there... actually, today, I had a lovely email from one of my bloggie readers, "A Peppermint Penguin", who took the time to do my 'anonyblogger' challenge and posted successfully to my blog without having a google id or anything else...


It's every bloggers dream, you know, to actually have communication with people out in etherland, and I'm kind of envious of all those women in America who go to "BlogHer", except that I think they  might all be mid-western kind of white bread weirdos, completely unlike anybody I know.  Or not.  They might be all like Fluid Pudding, who is without a doubt one of the most original thinkers out there... she cracks me up.


So, here I am having cereal for dinner, (with a banana and low fat strawberry yoghurt, nothing unhealthy here), wondering why in Australia they say yo (rhymes with ho)-gurt, rather than yog (rhymes with jog)-urt.  Any answers?  


So, what does this weekend bring for the Golightly camp?  My lovely SIL is having a birthday, and she wants a shovel.  Much hilarity ensues, quotes from Ripping Yarns, and much discussion about the types and varieties of shovel... and she wants a bag for the shovel - I'm going to make a shoebag, and give it to her round the shovel - she did say she wanted a bag, and you know me, I just do what I'm told.  Well, kind of...


I'm thinking about using some of these:

Well, maybe not the zips, (I was going to make some pouches out of these, but shoe bags might be nicer...), but we'll see what comes out of the small but perfectly formed room tomorrow...