Stupid Things I Do In My Spare* Time

I am punching myself in the head as I type. I just did something really, super incredibly stoopid.

I am the proud and lucky owner of three Phalaenopsis orchids. I am a lucky gal. And by no means a green thumb. My Mum and sisters can attest to this.And so can each of the orchids because none of them are flowering. NONE OF THEM! But I try and look after them (the orchids, not my family - though I do try and look after them too), and they are very leafy, lush and green. But no flowers = no cigar.

I visited my local nursery today, gleaned some tips, came home, inspected them, struck a few geraniums in the meantime and then I set to my orchids.

Firstly, word on the street, I had been using the wrong fertiliser. Which is for certs not my fault because someone at said nursery sold it to me. HMPH! So I got the right fertiliser.

I checked the stems and saw a nice little bud on one stem. I was excited. Like I said, no flowers for yonks. And then I bloody well cut it off in a stupid, distracted moment. ERGH! What an idiot. I need Peter Cundall.

Please tell me something stupid you've done. Just to make me feel better. Feel free to make something up.

image via - where there are some good tips!

* I use the term 'spare' loosely

The Things We Do For Love

I've done some pretty silly things for love. Pretty darn silly.

Like:

- do I really have to say out loud?

And today, I've gone and done it again. I promised a picture of me in my new top. Nevermind the fact that here it's kind of cool, raining, and the top I've been working on is clearly a Summer top. Nevermind that. I'll wear it. Even if it still has tacking around the collar where I still have to stitch, this dear friend, is a design feature, until I take to the machine later tonight.

So here I am being ridiculous in the name of love. The shots I took where I pretended I wasn't taking photos of myself were so silly, painfully awkward, that I decided to ham things up. Everyone's got an inner model (I'm sure of it, I don't get out of bed for less than $10,000 is a fab mantra.. if you don't have kids), and today, I've drawn on my inner model just for you. Just as Beyonce has Sasha Fierce, my inner ego is... Tallulah Moochacha.

Some models appear as though they've dislocated a shoulder to contort their bodies. I've drawn on them, minus the hospitalisation (who would feed the masses in my absence?). I've pouted harder than any woman's pouted before.

All to show you my new top. Finito. Now how's that for the things we do for love?