It feels like a snuggling under a cosy feather eiderdown at the end of a long day. Reassuring. A comfort.
I bought the rose syrup on a whim as I passed it in the supermarket. I thought, yes. This looks like today feels.
I had it with sparking mineral water at first, and then later in the afternoon added wine. This probably broke half a dozen oeneology laws, but I can be as big an anarchist as anyone when the situation demands. A rose scented one.
I am still without a working sewing machine, but not without the urge to make things. I saw this trick in a magazine - undo a plain envelope, use it as a template on pretty paper to make more. I like to think of the sweet surprise hiding inside the plain cover. There's a metaphor in that no doubt.
