Houston - We Have a House !

So after several weeks of intensive searching and much gnashing of teeth , tears and temper tantrums (that was my Dad, by the way) my parents are signing on the dotted line to buy their new house today. I'm superstitious, so no pictures of the house until the deed is officially done, but we did take time out to crack open a bottle of champagne last night when the agent phoned to say their offer had been accepted.

I'm as thrilled as my parents (if not more so) because with time ticking away until they have to be out of their old house, it was starting to look more and more likely that they might have to move in with us on a more permanent basis. I love the idea of them being 15 minutes away though. Now the job of packing can start in earnest. Thankfully with them three hours away, I get to miss that mess pretty much entirely. 

Mother's Day was all about food....(and spending time with those I love) 

And since Sister of Pyjamas has tagged this picture of me completely makeup-less on Facebook at Mother's Day dinner I may as well share it with you too. It's rare to get a picture of my sister, My Mum and myself all looking at the camera at the same time without one of us looking demented. 

Mother's Day also involved using enforced labour to get my get part of my front garden done....

My Dad is doing his hulk impersonation in that last picture.

And aside from going to work on Monday, I spent some time taunting Little Miss Sunshine on Facebook with my latest Haighs acquisition. Sucks to be somewhere where Haighs doesn't exist doesn't it LMS? 

Things started getting a little weird when I took my chocolates for a walk, got a picture of them kicking back on my miners couch , and snapped them strapped into the car seat in the back of my car so I'll spare you those pictures...

Wrap Up

Little Miss Sunshine came to stay late last week and I spent most of her visit trying to convince her that Adelaide isn't the cultural and social backwater of Australia. The other states often poke fun at us down South because we're smaller than they are and a little more sedate and in turn we poke fun at Tasmania for the same reason. I guess bullying is prevalent everywhere. Anyway I wanted to show her that there are a ton of fun things to do in Adelaide besides looking at our architecturally brilliant churches and doing pub crawls.

The first must do stop was on the way home from the airport where we laid in some essential supplies for the week. 

Cosmopolitan cocktails under the back veranda eased us into Thursday night. 

image credit from here - I was too busy guzzling cocktails to take any pictures 

By 9.00pm we were both ready for bed mainly due to the fact I was mixing doubles. Don't judge me. I was just following the directions on the bottle. At the point that I couldn't read those directions anymore Mr. P took over as bartender. And cooked dinner because I wasn't in a fit state to do that either.   

Naturally Friday morning was a slow start while our livers processed the efforts of the night before. I'm proud to say I didn't have a post drinking chuck and we were out of the house and heading for the Barossa by 11.30am. 

We visited Maggie Beer's Farm Shop, had lunch at a local pub, hit a couple of quilt shops, and generally meandered round taking in all the sights of the Barossa. 

When you venture out to the country its essential to bring home a country kind of keepsake. Meet Clarence my heavy metal chicken. Which makes him a rooster  now that I come to think of it. 

Friday night included gin and tonics but we were wary of a repeat of the great alcohol incident of Thursday so we kept it to a sensible level of consumption. 

Saturday saw us hit

Best quilt store ever. 

See what I mean? You want to go there now and spend all your money don't you? It's like evil aliens take over my brain every time I walk in that shop. I came away a lot lighter in the pocket but also completely inspired to make a bajillion new things. 

We also made stops at Eastern Silk and Bowerbird Bazaar and my favourite lunch spot in town, The Brown Dog. 

In fact, the week was pretty much all about eating. Sunday night we went to a Vietnamese restaurant to sample some Dinky Di (that means authentic )cuisine. Kirsten I'm posting all these food pictures for you. 

We also hit Glenelg beach another day and meandered up and down Jetty Road. I may have bought some new clothes and another handbag. Yes I'm as weak as crap. 

And since Patchwork by Sea was very close we also went there to spend more money on projects that may never get finished. 

On Marg's last day we classed it up by having High Tea at Newman's Nursery. 

(And going to Haigh's again)

So the summary?  Alcohol was drunk, nobody got arrested, we both weigh 10 kilos heavier from all the food we consumed and my sewing room is now officially full because I went on a mad buying spree this week. 

I'll leave you with a picture of the most perfect gift ever, supplied by my ever thoughtful friend who knows all my weaknesses ...

How freaking cute is that? 

Almost makes me regret getting her hooked on Hay Day.....

I Said, No Chocolate !!!!!!

Despite all our best attempts at not doing adult chocolate this year for Easter...

 Some peeps don’t understand the meaning of “Don’t get us anything this year “ .

Maybe next year....

 Maybe I will eat a chocolate or two......