Rosa-May is a spy. either that or she employs some.
she was my swap partner for the vintage kitchen swap that Stella organised and now i'm checking for hidden cameras...
for example, how'd she know i'd just picked (yes, picked. not pruned) some rose hips yesterday that looked JUST like the ones on the plate she sent??
and how'd she know i'd only just stumbled across a delicious bundle of duraware this week in the exact same colours as the plates she sent...?
but, ha! i foiled her spies on this one...she thought i was after a cute little butter roller thingie, turns out i was just wanted someone to do the dishes so i could have a clean knife...;)
(i'll still take the roller thingie though, it IS pretty cute. better learn how to make scones now so i can use it!!)
wished someone else would be a little more subtle with his 'spying' ways:
he suddenly decides his sole purpose in life is to be my personal foot warmer every night when i am preparing dinner!
worse than a cat!
(and check out that 36 week-esque bump...you KNOW i'd be sucking it in if i could, but i have a grand canyon where tummy muscles should be remember?)