The five things meme, via Joke but nicely twisted by Bec, who incidentally, has posted a photograph of me on her site, so if anyone wants to see what I look like (from behind and from the chin down, anyway), head on over there.
Five things I wish were in my freezer:
A bottle of Absolut Citron;
All the tomatoes I never got around to bottling last summer;
Old black bananas for muffins and banana bread (still craving bananas over here);
My best friend’s homemade lasagne;
My sourdough starter. I left it out on the bench as usual while I was away but no one stirred it. I now wish I’d frozen it.
Five things that shouldn't be in my wardrobe:
My wedding dress. Too sentimental to get rid of it. But why is it there, really?;
Too many pairs of shoes I am hanging on to "just in case";
Culottes (dear god, why?);
That bag of stuff waiting to go to the op shop;
A pair of Diesel green gingham pedal pushers (a la Audrey) that I will never squeeze into again).
Five things I hate about my car:
That it was born in 1992;
The rust spots on the roof;
The rust spots that have recently appeared on the bonnet;
The scrape down the left passenger door that I did on the first day of a job four years ago;
That it isn’t shiny, red and new.
Five things I should throw out of my handbag/purse/briefcase/backpack:
The lipstick with a funny smell;
Receipts, receipts, receipts;
The stray tampon floating around at the bottom amongst the fluff and leaky pens;
The empty chocolate tin from Lazy Cow;
The fluff and leaky pens.
Five things I don't want to admit are in my bathroom:
The hideous blue laminex vanity;
The faux gold taps (can you tell a bathroom renovation is higher priority than a kitchen reno?);
The collection of plastic lizards that live in the bath;
The too-small bath.
I tag the inexpressibly elegant Telfair who, praise ye gods, has returned to the blogosphere.
Thank you to everyone who left comments and supportive sentiments recently. It’s been a surreal week or so, and I am deeply appreciative of your words and kindness.