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Oh …. dear ….

This is what the sun showed us when we took Abby’s thrifted and Abby-altered jacket out into the sun … to see how bad that scorch was.  Yep.  It’s bad.  The joys of ironing fabric that really should just be called plastic.  Melted like a hama bead.

Oh well.  It happens to all of us when we first start wielding an iron.  I remember scorching a pair of cream coloured Country Road trousers when I was in my teens.  I was a lot less dignified than Abby when I realised what I’d done :-)

However, firmly believing that the only thing to do with lemons is make lemonade, Abby and I decided that we would just have to have another op-shopping outing.  What a bummer, huh!?

Having exhausted the Sandringham duo of joy on Friday, we headed into Windsor to our all time favourite – the Sacred Heart.  Man is it an AWESOME oppie!  I have never been there that I haven’t swooned over something and we have several pieces of their furniture here in Bootville.

We found the perfect jacket – even more perfect than Friday’s – there are no pin stripes – just a solid (plastic) black.  Now let’s keep that iron on low sweetie!  We also found a DIVINE art deco sideboard.  Well, truth be told, I found it three weeks ago.  Some things at SH move at lightning speed – others end up being wiggled up to the back of the store where they eventually become hidden in behind other things.  Then they get discounted.  Hee! hee! hee! hee!  When I first saw the sideboard it was out of my price range – maybe if I came back in a few weeks it would still be here and cheaper?  Yes?  Yes!  It’s now paid for and will be delivered next Saturday! Woot!  Out will go the dull Ikea television cabinet (onto ebay with you!) and in will come the art deco delight. Wait until you see it :sigh:  I know you will swoon over the art deco etched glass – it’s so elegant.

But I digress – back to my morning out with Abby.  On our way home she kept quaintly saying, with every street we turned down – “Oh isn’t there a nice cafe in this street?  Didn’t we come here once and this and this and this happened?”

Clearly I’m a bit slow – it didn’t dawn on me until we reached Caulfield Park she was fishing for a lunch out.  So we chucked a u-turn and dropped in to Uffizi’s for lunch – in beautiful, warm, dappled, spring sunshine.  Perfect suggestion Abby dear!

And the real fun – the yummiest lemonade – was a cipher puzzle Abby spied in the Age.  Whilst we ate our lunch we did indeed puzzle.  I – embarrassingly enough – was ready to give up after only a few minutes.  But my girlie was tricked by the game and stuck to it – we plodded, made mistakes, giggled lots, rolled our eyes and then – like an Austin A40 at the start of a gentle slope – once we worked out the first couple of words, we picked up a heartening speed and before we knew it, were chugging along with great success.

Oh it was fun!  And to think – the only reason we had the opportunity to revel in it, was because Abby had scorched the jacket.

Now, she’s sewing the new one.  Teenage style.  Can you image being able to sit like that at the sewing machine?  No, I can’t either.