* have made quince paste and quince jelly, and I only burnt my hand, arm, forehead and foot** with the volcanic quince paste brew. I was expecting much worse.
* discovered that paying only $8 a kilo for regular mince from Coles is not worth it when there is so much fat in your bolognese sauce that no one can eat it, even with straining. It didn't look at all fatty when I bought it. Damn you, Coles.
* received not only the Saffron Craig fabric, but some lovely wooden stamps from a Japanese seller. Soon there will be photos.
* had such a longing to make a quilt, it actually hurt. Please, please, please let me have some time off work soon.
* had a job interview ***
* baked bread using the Artisan Bread in 5 minutes a Day book.
* discovered that I'm a fan of the smell of baking bread, but the smell of fermenting yeast not so much.
* crocheted one sock but not sewn it up.
* bought a paper shredder to make disposal of financial papers from 1991 a little easier.
* had absolutely no time to read blogs, and now I have 239 to deal with. Nope, make that 241.
* have bought air tickets for not one, but two mini holidays away.
* planted lots of bulbs in the front garden so that I can have my own mini Floriade in spring.
Between now and when we next speak, I may have:
* recovered from the sore hamstrings I sustained from planting millions of bulbs in my front garden
* changed the name of this blog
* decided whether to bake or buy a birthday cake for Mr Quiltingmick's 40th birthday dinner.
* designed a quilt.
* eaten a bit too much quince paste.
* seen at least one performance at the Canberra International Music Festival.
* applied for at least one other job.
* finished shredding the last of the papers.
* wished the Aunty Chelle Admiration Society a happy third birthday.
** I burnt my foot because I took my slippers off and cooked barefoot. I took my lovely new slippers off because I didn't want them damaged by boiling, shooting quince paste. I really was not expecting the paste to shoot that far away from the pot, obviously.
*** While standing at the stove and dealing with boiling quince paste, I was also reading my job application in preparation for the interview. When I got to the interview, I took my application out of my handbag ... and the pages were stuck together with little dots of quince.