hello new cook book.

I love cakes, love them. I'm home now and ready for a real break. Or should I say real bake?

Back!

where is it??

Are you one of those people who seems to always be searching through their handbag trying to find that one thing that can't be found? I am.

I do it all the time. In fact, I think I have probably spent a good week of my life looking for things in my handbag.

It stunts me, because honestly I'm quite an organised person. Yet my bag tends to get filled the longer I'm out the house - throw in some receipts (I'll sort those out later) - bottle of juice while out (half empty so can't throw it away just yet) - and then there's just all the other 'necessities.' How can you possibly find anything among all this? Well usually, I can't.

You can really get worked up trying to find that one thing. I often have to get down on the pavement with my bag so I can properly get stuck in (and often remove everything else to eventually find what I'm looking for) or rest my bag on something (often a willing friend) to find what I'm looking for. However when you do find that one thing, it is the most amazing feeling. You almost believe that this could never happen to you again. But it does. Daily. (well for me anyways!)

Do you also suffer from handbag disappearances?!

Have a great weekend!

a speckle of freckle.

Sat in the sun today and out came some freckles. Freckles in the summertime - ah I just love them. I think no makeup and a dusting of freckles makes for a very natural look.

Do you get freckles this time of year, or are you lucky to get them all year round?

Happy Thursday!

library love.

I love libraries. Especially the Faculty of Education library here in Cambridge. It has cute little warm lamps on each desk, even lit during daylight. I'm hoping to get some pictures of it soon. It really is an amazing building in itself.

What I love most about libraries is the smell of old books. I'm sure I would never read half of these old books, let alone two, but there is something about them that just seems so ideal. Their crispy tea stained looking pages, and their rigid bold looking skin. hmm.

It's actually kind of nice sitting in a quiet space. There are not too many places in the world where you can be with other people, making no noise, no noise at all. It's almost as if there is this huge room of calm where everyone is respectful of each other. When you step out, you're back in the real world. buzzing.

Maybe this all sounds like nonsense. Maybe this was me day dreaming today in the library instead of doing my school work... hmm perhaps!?