tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92152516644064710812011-12-12T06:29:38.818-08:00Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646710148078881992noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215251664406471081.post-9184694081479542622011-12-12T06:22:00.000-08:002011-12-12T06:29:38.829-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoW32rnU0mE/TuYOht1WtRI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWcjL9cQlFs/s1600/Liberace-in-bath.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoW32rnU0mE/TuYOht1WtRI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWcjL9cQlFs/s400/Liberace-in-bath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685247552003683602" /></a><br />Would I be the first to have fluffy, frothy dreams? or this a thing that goes through everones mind?<br /><br />I got me a <a href="http://www.whippedcreamdispenser.org.uk/">Whipped Cream Dispenser</a> thinking that it would make just cream, but something about the squirt sends a pleasant shiver threw me. Just not sure how to put it to best use - there is of course the spray and lick idea - but too sticky and the thought of doing a Liberace (see image) doesn't work for me either.<br /><br />Any suggestions?<br /><br />Actually forget it, that is not something I would like any suggestions on my dreams about lathering in whipped cream from a canister are no business but my own. So take your wicked thoughts and your cream chargers and go and get whipped somewhere else.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215251664406471081-918469408147954262?l=singingaverseofmysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646710148078881992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215251664406471081.post-45950711344915006672011-12-12T06:20:00.000-08:002011-12-12T06:22:14.033-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5No45JAZPTk/TuYOCcohzDI/AAAAAAAAABY/HiwKsRz8NRk/s1600/img-thing.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5No45JAZPTk/TuYOCcohzDI/AAAAAAAAABY/HiwKsRz8NRk/s400/img-thing.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685247014810537010" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215251664406471081-4595071134491500667?l=singingaverseofmysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646710148078881992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215251664406471081.post-89620562860288669112011-12-12T06:15:00.000-08:002011-12-12T06:20:50.564-08:00The sewing collective is where we can do what my mum and her mum did. Namely talk about men what they do and/or don't do for/to us.<br /><br />The more exciting, in the air the faster the needles fly - bobbins to them all!!! Of course meeting in a pub helps the crafty collective along - shame that we don't get to do it on a Saturday night when the 'real' people fill the overstuffed room of the public house - why don't they all go home and watch X-Factor!<br /><br />But on a serious note the crafty collective is a vented portal from my other life wherer I can be myself and damn the rest of them. The only other time I get is when I am up late and the kids are in bed, by which point I am too tired and really can't be doing with any more of the paxman so just throw on a log, pull up a blanket and stare at the wall!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215251664406471081-8962056286028866911?l=singingaverseofmysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646710148078881992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215251664406471081.post-70378883057351251602011-12-12T06:14:00.000-08:002011-12-12T06:15:22.363-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1v4WRqjVE4/TuYMZ4-s-gI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Jh112HQfjg/s1600/Indian-Curtains.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1v4WRqjVE4/TuYMZ4-s-gI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Jh112HQfjg/s400/Indian-Curtains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685245218533472770" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215251664406471081-7037888305735125160?l=singingaverseofmysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646710148078881992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215251664406471081.post-49951376800754290522011-12-12T06:11:00.000-08:002011-12-12T06:13:17.304-08:00Just when you thought it was all for Grandmas ... this is patch-working for the next generation!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ALdQnrkjac/TuYLvsMeNcI/AAAAAAAAABA/2cgUUV674W8/s1600/Funky-Patchwork-Furniture-sofas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ALdQnrkjac/TuYLvsMeNcI/AAAAAAAAABA/2cgUUV674W8/s400/Funky-Patchwork-Furniture-sofas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685244493547058626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215251664406471081-4995137680075429052?l=singingaverseofmysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646710148078881992noreply@blogger.com0