There is a 100% gluten-free and nut-free restaurant in Saskatoon called Leyda's. I've been wanting to go for months, but I always end up trying on Sundays, and they are closed Sundays! Finally, this past Saturday, Banana and I found a chance to go!
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Friday, 6 December 2013
Friday, 8 November 2013
Jerry's Artisan Burgers & Gelato
I'm quick to say a place is my favourite, but this place is my favourite. First of all, gelato. I shouldn't have to say more, but this place is so amazing, I do.
I was pointed towards Jerry's the first time, because I expressed a need to have ice cream, and M's new flatmates said there was a gelato place not far from their house. They have two display cases filled with ice cream, gelato and sorbet, all made by them. I did have a hard time finding two gluten-free chocolate-free gelatos, for my friend (who has a chocolate allergy) and I, but that is a little bit specific, so I don't blame them.
On my second trip there, I noticed their billboard advertising a gluten-free friendly menu, and a sign saying breakfast was served until two pm. I'm a serious lover of breakfast at all times of the day.
I was pointed towards Jerry's the first time, because I expressed a need to have ice cream, and M's new flatmates said there was a gelato place not far from their house. They have two display cases filled with ice cream, gelato and sorbet, all made by them. I did have a hard time finding two gluten-free chocolate-free gelatos, for my friend (who has a chocolate allergy) and I, but that is a little bit specific, so I don't blame them.
On my second trip there, I noticed their billboard advertising a gluten-free friendly menu, and a sign saying breakfast was served until two pm. I'm a serious lover of breakfast at all times of the day.
Saturday, 14 September 2013
Kergano's in Moose Jaw
There's this restaurant here, that I have heard mixed reviews about. It's kind of a hipster place, and I've heard it's expensive. M went there once, before we were even married, and he said the servings were huge, but the prices were high. He had this poor opinion of it, and every time I brought it up he shot it down. I essentially gave up, even though I don't think you should ixnay a restaurant because of one experience (unless that experience was baaaaaddd).
Today, we were wandering around downtown, looking for something to eat before our bank appointment. I suggested Kergano's, he shot it down, I got frustrated. I didn't think his reasons for not wanting to go were valid enough. He caved, and we went. Although neither of us were all too happy about it.
I had literally no idea what I could possibly eat; because it's a local place, I didn't bother to Google it.
The inside was nice. It is a small restaurant, but decorated well, and has a fresh kind of feel to it. The decor is very shabby chic. We were the only customers in there, so it was nice and quiet.
The menu was short, although it looked delicious, there wasn't a whole array of options. And basically every single option was a burger or sandwich.
I informed the waitress (after looking over the menu) that I have a gluten allergy, and she said they have a gluten free bun! I got really excited. Then I asked her to go through all of the menu options, because the font was really hard to read, and I needed to know specifics.
One burger had onions rings on it, one was breaded and deep-fried (although she informed me they could "bread" it with coconut and deep-fry it - no thanks), one had a gravy on it... Almost every single one was unsafe. Which means that the restuarant is for gluten-free people who don't care about cross-contamination, or about small amounts of gluten. I decided on their regular burger, because she said the patty was made in-house, but first asked if it had bread crumbs or anything in it. She said, and I quote, "No, I can't imagine they would put bread crumbs in a burger." She asked the chef, and came back. It did.
So I got a veggie burger. Which I was still totally excited about. I was still going to eat a burger with a bun in a restaurant. I had a side of spinach salad, figuring it was the safest bet, and it was delicious. When our plates came, M asked me if I was sure the bun was GF. I picked up the top piece and squeezed it a little. Hard, dry, and unpleasant. Yep, it's GF. Okay, it wasn't like a stale bun, but you know as well as I do that you can squeeze a bun and tell the difference. Kind of depressing, huh?
My veggie patty fell apart every time I took a bit, but I didn't mind at all. You know why? That means there wasn't a sufficient binder in there. And I am A-okay with that.
So... Would I recommend it to a friend? Yes. The food was pricey, but I've seen way worse. Will we go back? More than likely. M seemed to change his mind a little, realizing it wasn't all bad, and they do have a GF bun. Will we frequent it? Hell no. They don't know the first thing about a gluten allergy, and I don't want to have to walk the waitress through each ingredient again. Having a GF bun is great. Having a burger with bread crumbs in it, to go on a GF bun? No thank you.
Overall, I'd give them probably a seven out of ten. M might give an eight, from a non-GF viewpoint, but either way, I would suggest checking them out.
Today, we were wandering around downtown, looking for something to eat before our bank appointment. I suggested Kergano's, he shot it down, I got frustrated. I didn't think his reasons for not wanting to go were valid enough. He caved, and we went. Although neither of us were all too happy about it.
I had literally no idea what I could possibly eat; because it's a local place, I didn't bother to Google it.
The inside was nice. It is a small restaurant, but decorated well, and has a fresh kind of feel to it. The decor is very shabby chic. We were the only customers in there, so it was nice and quiet.
The menu was short, although it looked delicious, there wasn't a whole array of options. And basically every single option was a burger or sandwich.
I informed the waitress (after looking over the menu) that I have a gluten allergy, and she said they have a gluten free bun! I got really excited. Then I asked her to go through all of the menu options, because the font was really hard to read, and I needed to know specifics.
One burger had onions rings on it, one was breaded and deep-fried (although she informed me they could "bread" it with coconut and deep-fry it - no thanks), one had a gravy on it... Almost every single one was unsafe. Which means that the restuarant is for gluten-free people who don't care about cross-contamination, or about small amounts of gluten. I decided on their regular burger, because she said the patty was made in-house, but first asked if it had bread crumbs or anything in it. She said, and I quote, "No, I can't imagine they would put bread crumbs in a burger." She asked the chef, and came back. It did.
So I got a veggie burger. Which I was still totally excited about. I was still going to eat a burger with a bun in a restaurant. I had a side of spinach salad, figuring it was the safest bet, and it was delicious. When our plates came, M asked me if I was sure the bun was GF. I picked up the top piece and squeezed it a little. Hard, dry, and unpleasant. Yep, it's GF. Okay, it wasn't like a stale bun, but you know as well as I do that you can squeeze a bun and tell the difference. Kind of depressing, huh?
So... Would I recommend it to a friend? Yes. The food was pricey, but I've seen way worse. Will we go back? More than likely. M seemed to change his mind a little, realizing it wasn't all bad, and they do have a GF bun. Will we frequent it? Hell no. They don't know the first thing about a gluten allergy, and I don't want to have to walk the waitress through each ingredient again. Having a GF bun is great. Having a burger with bread crumbs in it, to go on a GF bun? No thank you.
Overall, I'd give them probably a seven out of ten. M might give an eight, from a non-GF viewpoint, but either way, I would suggest checking them out.
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
A Summary of my Summer
Hey, remember how I didn't blog for a month and a half? I didn't post once in July, and I missed most of June and August. Well, I said I didn't really do anything, and I didn't make anything, but that's not entirely true. Well, I didn't really make anything. But I did a lot of things. There was a lot going on in my life, though, and I just couldn't bring myself to blog about stuff. I was better, stomach-wise, but worse time-wise. One of the main problems is that I left my one-year-term-job. I had a routine, and it became simple to fit blogging into that routine. I also had a little reminder at work to jot down what I'd done, or what I was planning, and could blog about it later. When I stopped having an office, and a desk, and even a computer I logged onto every day, blogging slipped too. I did post several times after the job, but it all started slipping. I couldn't find a routine, I didn't have a pattern, and then when I did, it was a pattern of constant work. Starting the new reception job puts me at a computer, and better, gives me several hours a day where there is nothing for me to do but read blogs. So eventually, I get around to writing my own blog. It's been good.
Well, I'm sure you're wondering about my summer, which I neglected to tell you anything about.
The first thing that happened was a roadtrip to Edmonton on June 26. Banana and I bought tickets to Taylor Swift, a mere 8-hour drive from here. We spent two nights in a hostel, a half day at the West Ed Mall, a night enjoying the best concert I have ever been to, a dinner at the most hipster restaurant I've ever been to, and the day back enjoying cliche roadtrip things. We went to Ikea, we took a picture with the world's largest Ukranian Easter egg, and we visited a Ukranian heritage village. It was a grand adventure. Of course, I had all sorts of gluten-related anxiety, but everything worked out so well. I also had a lot of "firsts" (prairie girl over here - Ikea is exciting!), but it'd be hard to blog about that now.
Oh, and of course, my birthday was on June 22. I turned 21. Whoo. Now I can drink gluten free alcohol anywhere in the world. Big whoop-de-ding. I had a little bonfire, and had hot dogs and marshmallows. People kept complaining there weren't graham crackers. I wasn't gonna buy them if I couldn't eat them. I was really concerned about my first GF birthday, in terms of cake, but my lovely mother took care of that. She bought a Betty Crocker mix, and made me an amazing pinata cake. The mix was actually spectacular, and tasted totally normal. Everyone kept saying they couldn't tell it was GF. I would highly recommend it.
The first week of July, I started my favourite job ever. It's a summer program that runs every year for six weeks, and this was my third year working at it. Essentially it's a drop-in, free, city-funded kid's program. We ran games, crafts, and activities for kids aged 6-12 at a park. My park had a pool, but not every one does. They all have playgrounds and shacks, though. Once a week, we take the kids on a field trip. I wanted to blog about this job every day. We did so many amazing things, had so many adventures, and had so many crazy things happen. But to protect the kids' privacy, I hesitated. Also, this is a gluten-free blog, nobody comes here looking for cool egg carton crafts, or ideas for field trips.
Two weeks into that job, on July 13, I got a tattoo! So that's fun. I've been thinking about getting a tattoo ever since my husband got one done, in February, 2012. He had a celtic rope tattooed on his left ring finger, as a wedding ring. I thought about what I could get for him, and decided to get an M on my right thigh. I wanted it to be easily hidden, but I also wanted to show it off. If I wear short shorts, or a swim suit, you can see it, but that's about it. It's just black, and has filigree all around it. It's probably about two inches by two inches, and it took about forty minutes to get done. PS, that hurt like hell. I almost threw up. I don't handle pain well. But I totally want another one! Someday.
We also went to the wedding of two friends of ours. I love weddings. They remind me of my own, and the pure, unadulterated love the newlyweds have for each other reminds me of when I felt that way about my own husband. Not that I don't still feel that way, but let's be honest. Everything slows down eventually. I love the emotion of weddings. The happiness, the joy, the excitement. I also love helping. Most of the recent weddings we've been to, we end up being wedding monkeys, and that is where we are happiest. Both my husband and I rely on being needed, and love helping whenever asked. I'm more like that than he is, in truth.
I got over a couple of things, over the summer. I finally had some alcohol. Not like I was dying without it. I just finally got frustrated enough to start googling, and figure out what I can drink. Now I'm that obnoxious person at bars, who requests mojitos made with bacardi. Oh well. I still don't drink a lot, so it doesn't make a difference to my life.
I also ordered my first real burger, no bun. I got it at Five Guys Burgers and Fries, because they don't make any crap, so it's a lot safer than other places. Also, they were my all-time favourite burgers before. I ordered a cheese burger, with ketchup and mustard, hoping to make it a little less pathetic. It didn't help.
And I discovered my new favourite treat. A dipped cone, in a cup. I know it's not truly safe, because they could get bits of cone in the dip chocolate when they dip other cones, but it's fantastic for the every once in awhile treat.
Well, I'm sure you're wondering about my summer, which I neglected to tell you anything about.
The first thing that happened was a roadtrip to Edmonton on June 26. Banana and I bought tickets to Taylor Swift, a mere 8-hour drive from here. We spent two nights in a hostel, a half day at the West Ed Mall, a night enjoying the best concert I have ever been to, a dinner at the most hipster restaurant I've ever been to, and the day back enjoying cliche roadtrip things. We went to Ikea, we took a picture with the world's largest Ukranian Easter egg, and we visited a Ukranian heritage village. It was a grand adventure. Of course, I had all sorts of gluten-related anxiety, but everything worked out so well. I also had a lot of "firsts" (prairie girl over here - Ikea is exciting!), but it'd be hard to blog about that now.
Oh, and of course, my birthday was on June 22. I turned 21. Whoo. Now I can drink gluten free alcohol anywhere in the world. Big whoop-de-ding. I had a little bonfire, and had hot dogs and marshmallows. People kept complaining there weren't graham crackers. I wasn't gonna buy them if I couldn't eat them. I was really concerned about my first GF birthday, in terms of cake, but my lovely mother took care of that. She bought a Betty Crocker mix, and made me an amazing pinata cake. The mix was actually spectacular, and tasted totally normal. Everyone kept saying they couldn't tell it was GF. I would highly recommend it.
Oh, and my in-laws took hubby and I out for a birthday dinner, and the lovely waitress at Boston Pizza overheard that it was my birthday, so this happened at the end of the meal. I looooove Boston Pizza birthdays, with the singing and the clapping, and the attention. Halfway through the song, something clicked in my brain and I realized that they had just brought me a cupcake. Probably the most depressing birthday moment I've ever had. When the song ended, Hubby pointed it out, and I started laughing. I took a picture, and then passed the cupcake around and everyone else had some. It was really just a funny moment.
The first week of July, I started my favourite job ever. It's a summer program that runs every year for six weeks, and this was my third year working at it. Essentially it's a drop-in, free, city-funded kid's program. We ran games, crafts, and activities for kids aged 6-12 at a park. My park had a pool, but not every one does. They all have playgrounds and shacks, though. Once a week, we take the kids on a field trip. I wanted to blog about this job every day. We did so many amazing things, had so many adventures, and had so many crazy things happen. But to protect the kids' privacy, I hesitated. Also, this is a gluten-free blog, nobody comes here looking for cool egg carton crafts, or ideas for field trips.
Two weeks into that job, on July 13, I got a tattoo! So that's fun. I've been thinking about getting a tattoo ever since my husband got one done, in February, 2012. He had a celtic rope tattooed on his left ring finger, as a wedding ring. I thought about what I could get for him, and decided to get an M on my right thigh. I wanted it to be easily hidden, but I also wanted to show it off. If I wear short shorts, or a swim suit, you can see it, but that's about it. It's just black, and has filigree all around it. It's probably about two inches by two inches, and it took about forty minutes to get done. PS, that hurt like hell. I almost threw up. I don't handle pain well. But I totally want another one! Someday.
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| Fresh Ink |
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| Healed Tattoo |
We also went to the wedding of two friends of ours. I love weddings. They remind me of my own, and the pure, unadulterated love the newlyweds have for each other reminds me of when I felt that way about my own husband. Not that I don't still feel that way, but let's be honest. Everything slows down eventually. I love the emotion of weddings. The happiness, the joy, the excitement. I also love helping. Most of the recent weddings we've been to, we end up being wedding monkeys, and that is where we are happiest. Both my husband and I rely on being needed, and love helping whenever asked. I'm more like that than he is, in truth.
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| Crappy cellphone pic of us. And yes, I let him grow that stache. |
I got over a couple of things, over the summer. I finally had some alcohol. Not like I was dying without it. I just finally got frustrated enough to start googling, and figure out what I can drink. Now I'm that obnoxious person at bars, who requests mojitos made with bacardi. Oh well. I still don't drink a lot, so it doesn't make a difference to my life.
I also ordered my first real burger, no bun. I got it at Five Guys Burgers and Fries, because they don't make any crap, so it's a lot safer than other places. Also, they were my all-time favourite burgers before. I ordered a cheese burger, with ketchup and mustard, hoping to make it a little less pathetic. It didn't help.
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| Cheese burger, no bun. |
And I think that's about it for my summer. I'm so sorry for my absence, but I hope this all makes up for it!
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Arby's
Okay, so I caved... I bought a burger, no bun. My first. Well, sort of... I bought it at Arby's, and they don't really do burgers, they do sandwiches. So I got a pile of roast beef in a dish. And curly fries. And I know I shouldn't be eating the curly fries, I know they're not safe. So I was bad. Sue me. But I crossed another fence and that's a good thing.
So the verdict is... It's pathetic. So sad. But at least the guy at Arby's was really nice about it and didn't make me feel like a loser.
Obviously half of that tray is not for me, but the half that is is pretty sad, huh?
The real verdict is, that it tasted alright, and in a pinch, it would curb my fast food craving. I'll probably go again, and maybe ixnay on the fries, because I know that was a bad idea. Oh, and I should google their cheese sauce and see if I can eat that, because cheese sauced roast beef would be a wee bit less pathetic.
So the verdict is... It's pathetic. So sad. But at least the guy at Arby's was really nice about it and didn't make me feel like a loser.
Obviously half of that tray is not for me, but the half that is is pretty sad, huh?
The real verdict is, that it tasted alright, and in a pinch, it would curb my fast food craving. I'll probably go again, and maybe ixnay on the fries, because I know that was a bad idea. Oh, and I should google their cheese sauce and see if I can eat that, because cheese sauced roast beef would be a wee bit less pathetic.
Friday, 3 May 2013
Day 71: Hello, Summer!
It is officially summer weather here! There is no more snow on the forecast, just sunny skies and gorgeous temperatures. My husband's motorcycle is plated, and already getting lots of use, I dug out all of my flip-flops, and we even opened some windows!
Helllooooo, Summer!
I'm thinking about all the classic summer foods, now. I'm going to have to find some good gluten-free hot dog and hamburger buns. I'm thinking watermelon, coleslaw, ribs... Mmm, I can't wait to turn on our barbeque. That's not happening this weekend, but oh! Any day now.
I love summer.
I hate winter, but I can not get enough of the sunshine, and warm weather, and green grass and sun burns!
Helllooooo, Summer!
I'm thinking about all the classic summer foods, now. I'm going to have to find some good gluten-free hot dog and hamburger buns. I'm thinking watermelon, coleslaw, ribs... Mmm, I can't wait to turn on our barbeque. That's not happening this weekend, but oh! Any day now.
I love summer.
I hate winter, but I can not get enough of the sunshine, and warm weather, and green grass and sun burns!
Saturday, 2 March 2013
Day Nine: The Fabric Store
So, I'm a geek. Or a dork, or a nerd. I haven't really decided.
Anyways, so you remember I mentioned an SCA event a last week? Okay, so it's this, and also this. I know it seems like super intensely geeky, but it's... it is. Yep, it is. It totally is. I mostly do it because:
A) I want to dress in pretty dresses and feel like a pretty princess.
B) I want to sew pretty dresses and feel accomplished, but making your own clothes for everyday is kind of... iffy.
So I do it. I haven't done it much, and thus far I've just borrowed costumes (or garb) from other people. But last weekend, we decided to make our own, finally. My husband went to a woman we know, and she took measurements and started making his doublet. My sister and I went out and bought cotton sheets on clearance, and decided to turn those into dresses so we could practise and not mess up nice fabric.
Yesterday we sat down with a friend and figured out how much we needed of what fabrics, and this morning four of us girls took off for the bigger city to immerse ourselves in Fabricland and spend lots of money.
And that is exactly what we did. We were there for about three hours, and between us all, we spent over $300. My sister says she needs a cheap hobby. I say there's no such thing.
What does this have to do with gluten? Absolutely nothing! Except that this was my first trip away from the city, which also means the first time I couldn't go home to eat. This morning, I packed a little container of three different gluten-free snacks to keep me going. I plan to do this everytime I leave the house, I just don't always have enough foresight. A few minutes out of town, my husband called to say I left them on the counter. Fantastic. So the other girls stopped at Tim Hortons, because unlike me, they didn't eat breakfast. Mmm, let's go to the place that makes bagels, donuts, croissants, breakfast sandwiches, lunch sandwiches, and muffins! Perfect. I got an apple cider.
I'm learning to deal with it. It really wasn't a big deal, actually.
Shopping was fine too. Towards the end I felt really weak, but that's why I packed the snacks.
When we were done buying fabric, we went to Wendy's. I googled their gluten-free options, like I know I will have to from now on, and decided to get a baked potato, and a hamburger patty with cheese. That sounded good enough.
So I went up, and told the nice Asian lady that I had a gluten allergy, and she looked at me like I was from the moon. Another lady understood and told the cooks there was an allergy, and they had to change their gloves, and I ordered my baked potato. And then I got a drink too, because I'm always thirsty.
Yes, I chickened out and didn't ask for my burger, no bun. I'm a chicken, I know it. I also know that eventually, I will have to order that. I'm just not there yet. And I felt difficult enough telling them I had an allergy. I know I have to. I know that those cooks can't assemble a burger and then my food with the same gloves. I know that's not safe. I just hate being difficult.
Hubby says get over it.
Ugh.
I wish I was one of those trendy hipsters that didn't eat gluten because I just felt better, and then I could eat Mars Bars, and not be an "allergy" person. Ugh. Shoot me now.
So, I survived my first fast food experience. However, I did not manage a first burger experience. I'll get there. I think.
So in case any of you reading care about fabrics, I just wanna tell you what I bought today!
I found this gorgeous chunk of light blue brocade that is just gorgeous. They only had a meter and a half, so I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, but it cost less than $5 and it is be-a-u-tiful. I also found a lovely 100% silk roll in the bargain centre. The only colour I could find was hot pink though, so I have the last 5m of hot pink silk! And then I found 100% linen, which was my goal, and I found it in the bargain centre in green, so I shall have a pink and green dress, and everyone will be jealous. And then I got my husband some white 50/50 linen-cotton. He's so boring. Ah, but I've never loved fabrics I've bought so much! I'm psyched to make my dresses!!
One of my friends bought an entire bolt of brocade. And then watching her cut it, we decided all fabrics from now on should be bought in bolts. They are much easier to manhandle when wrapped around a tube.
Anyways, so you remember I mentioned an SCA event a last week? Okay, so it's this, and also this. I know it seems like super intensely geeky, but it's... it is. Yep, it is. It totally is. I mostly do it because:
A) I want to dress in pretty dresses and feel like a pretty princess.
B) I want to sew pretty dresses and feel accomplished, but making your own clothes for everyday is kind of... iffy.
So I do it. I haven't done it much, and thus far I've just borrowed costumes (or garb) from other people. But last weekend, we decided to make our own, finally. My husband went to a woman we know, and she took measurements and started making his doublet. My sister and I went out and bought cotton sheets on clearance, and decided to turn those into dresses so we could practise and not mess up nice fabric.
Yesterday we sat down with a friend and figured out how much we needed of what fabrics, and this morning four of us girls took off for the bigger city to immerse ourselves in Fabricland and spend lots of money.
And that is exactly what we did. We were there for about three hours, and between us all, we spent over $300. My sister says she needs a cheap hobby. I say there's no such thing.
What does this have to do with gluten? Absolutely nothing! Except that this was my first trip away from the city, which also means the first time I couldn't go home to eat. This morning, I packed a little container of three different gluten-free snacks to keep me going. I plan to do this everytime I leave the house, I just don't always have enough foresight. A few minutes out of town, my husband called to say I left them on the counter. Fantastic. So the other girls stopped at Tim Hortons, because unlike me, they didn't eat breakfast. Mmm, let's go to the place that makes bagels, donuts, croissants, breakfast sandwiches, lunch sandwiches, and muffins! Perfect. I got an apple cider.
I'm learning to deal with it. It really wasn't a big deal, actually.
Shopping was fine too. Towards the end I felt really weak, but that's why I packed the snacks.
When we were done buying fabric, we went to Wendy's. I googled their gluten-free options, like I know I will have to from now on, and decided to get a baked potato, and a hamburger patty with cheese. That sounded good enough.
So I went up, and told the nice Asian lady that I had a gluten allergy, and she looked at me like I was from the moon. Another lady understood and told the cooks there was an allergy, and they had to change their gloves, and I ordered my baked potato. And then I got a drink too, because I'm always thirsty.
Yes, I chickened out and didn't ask for my burger, no bun. I'm a chicken, I know it. I also know that eventually, I will have to order that. I'm just not there yet. And I felt difficult enough telling them I had an allergy. I know I have to. I know that those cooks can't assemble a burger and then my food with the same gloves. I know that's not safe. I just hate being difficult.
Hubby says get over it.
Ugh.
I wish I was one of those trendy hipsters that didn't eat gluten because I just felt better, and then I could eat Mars Bars, and not be an "allergy" person. Ugh. Shoot me now.
So, I survived my first fast food experience. However, I did not manage a first burger experience. I'll get there. I think.
So in case any of you reading care about fabrics, I just wanna tell you what I bought today!
I found this gorgeous chunk of light blue brocade that is just gorgeous. They only had a meter and a half, so I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, but it cost less than $5 and it is be-a-u-tiful. I also found a lovely 100% silk roll in the bargain centre. The only colour I could find was hot pink though, so I have the last 5m of hot pink silk! And then I found 100% linen, which was my goal, and I found it in the bargain centre in green, so I shall have a pink and green dress, and everyone will be jealous. And then I got my husband some white 50/50 linen-cotton. He's so boring. Ah, but I've never loved fabrics I've bought so much! I'm psyched to make my dresses!!
One of my friends bought an entire bolt of brocade. And then watching her cut it, we decided all fabrics from now on should be bought in bolts. They are much easier to manhandle when wrapped around a tube.
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| My dress will be one of these colour combinations, I haven't decided yet which. But don't worry, it won't actually be THIS style... |
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