I'm officially taking back my Saturdays, no longer will I traipse around the suburbs handing out my mobile phone number and full name to every greedy, greasey BMW driving 22 year old real estate agent. Nor will I be gingerly opening other people's bedroom doors only to find a family of six sleeping in the bed. Nor will I be greeted by the chain smoking tennants sitting on the lounge watching right wing "current affairs" TV while their dog shits all over the concrete back porch. Or perhaps most disturbingly no more wandering into people's house full of hired furniture and overly arranged photographs and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked bread.
That's right no more peeking into the lifestyles of the dull and infamous in the hope of buying their (or their landlords) house cause we bought our own house baby. Yipee! Come knock on our front door sometime
and I'll invite you into our kitchen for a cupcake and some delicious tea.
And maybe you'll bring me one of those cool tea towels for my oven that everyone's been buying from Meet Me At Mikes.
Now, because apparently this is a craft blog I will finish with some gratuitous yarn shots. Oooo Rowan.