Will the self-gifting never end? Yesterday I recklessly splurged on some new saucepans. Actually the saucepan upgrade was long overdue, I have done for some of my pans (wandering off during cooking operations to peruse out of date, irresistably fascinating TV listings mag or flyers for double glazing etc), a couple have mysteriously lost their lids and all are misshapen (Boy 1 exploring toddler stage).
The new pans have a 25 year guarantee but I am sure there is some small print that the guarantee does not apply to people who have concentration issues when cooking.
I asked Mr B whether it was too sad to put pictures of my new pans on my blog. He said it was, so of course I had to do it. But to add glamour, I have thrown in a pic of some polish - by chance my OPI The Thrill of Brazil was a very good match for the new pans and can be used in repair work when they get chipped in the inevitable smashing and bashing I call cooking. (Actually a bit disappointed about this, had hoped to have to dash out to shops to curate matching polish......is there no end to my domestic traumas?)
In future, I shall of course be matching my nail polish to my kitchen utensils, matching to clothes or accessories is SOOOOO yesterday dahling.
Look, I saw these pans a while ago, did not buy but was tempted by the Chanel Particuliere/OPI Don't know Jacques colour.
In other exciting glamour news I bought a thing called a Ped Egg which I was told was the business for attaining lovely smooth feet.
It claims to be "so gentle won't burst a balloon" (but what would I be doing with it and a balloon??) and "safe to the touch".
Just getting it out of the packaging I flayed my thumb.