Thrifting In Woodbridge

I had such a lovely day today. Me, Laura and Natalie trotted off to a near by town (Woodbridge) to check out the thrift stores......of course we had to stop for munch along the way and Laura treated me to a yummy glass of caramel milk in Costa.

The only thing I found today was a gorgeous brown leather belt with a gold buckle and gold detailing. I'll post some pictures soon.

We all scream for ice cream.....

Daddy got these for after dinner last night....I got the Vanilla Chocolate one. SO GOOD. I've been awful this weekend...sweets, ice cream, chocolate pudding. Eeeek. I'm thinking I may have to be extra good next week to make up for it :P

Grey Leopard Print

Nothin' beats a good salad....

Jamie Oliver Recipe

Ingredients
 250g Self-raising flour
125g really cold butter
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper

Method
Preheat your oven to 190 degrees C/375 degrees F/Gas 5
Put your flour into a mixing bowl
Using a coarse grater, grate your cold butter into the flour
Add a pinch of salt and pepper
Using your fingers, gently rub the butter into the flour until it begins to resemble breadcrumbs
Add a splash of cold water to help bind it into a dough 
Divide the dough into 12 pieces and gently roll each into a round dumpling. The dumplings will suck up quite a bit of moisture so if your stew looks dry - add a cup of boiling water and give it a good stir.
Place the dumplings on top of your fully cooked stew and press down lightly so that they're half submerged.
Cook in the oven or on the hob over medium heat with a lid on for 30 minutes.

Om nom nom......I devoured my dumplings and stew in bed with a movie on :)

Plaid

Love for Coral

Shoes - Primark
Trousers - Peacocks
Blouse - Thrift store
Belt - Thrift store
Bag - H&M

Madonna

Dalla sua pace, Don Octavio's aria from Don Giovanni

Dalla sua pace la mia dipende; 

Quel che a lei piace vita mi rende, 

Quel che le incresce morte mi dà.

S'ella sospira, sospiro anch'io;

È mia quell'ira, quel pianto è mio; 

E non ho bene, s'ella non l'ha. 

On her peace of mind depends mine too,

what pleases her gives life to me,
what grieves her wounds me to the heart.

If she sighs, I sigh with her;

her anger and her sorrow are mine,

and joy I cannot know unless she share it. 

Translation by Camila Argolo Freitas Batista

OOTD - 03/05/11