Puttin' on the Ritz, maybe? Painting the town red? A night on the tiles? Hmm. Tiles and painting may have been featuring heavily in our evenings but not quite in that glamorous a way!
I was shocked to see how long it is since I had managed to post something on my little old blog. The days and weeks are flying by so here I am at 8 o'clock and depressingly, it's already dark outside (though it has been a beautiful day).
You can guess what has been occupying most of our time for the last six weeks. The longest kitchen makeover in history? (Do feel free to chip in with your own horror stories, we can make each other feel better.) We are about 95% there now and tonight, Mr HenHouse is at it with his drill.
Behind him, I am occupied with indeed quite thrilling matters and am sitting at my new island with a spot of quilting in hand. And so the conversation goes:
Hen: "I've made these new place mats for us".
Mr HH: "That sounds lovely. I'll turn round in a minute and have a look."
Mr HH: "Blimey, you're not expecting me to eat my dinner off those are you? I'd have tomato sauce on it in minutes!" (Tonight's dinner is indeed meatballs in the aforesaid sauce.)
Now, I do know what my other half means. I started these a few days ago and all the centre panel of 82 x 1.5" squares to be exact, was thriftily cut from my scrap box (times two, for two "His 'n' Hers" patchworky place mats). So far so thrifty. But once I had sewed the whole thing together, sandwiched the front with two layers of left-over wadding and a piece of vintage candy striped sheet on the back, and started in on the pretty pink perle hand quilting, the thought of oozing gravy and stray peas on my place mat was starting to seem a little too much for comfort.
But they were made from thrifty scraps after all and what else shall I use them for? Would I then have to just make another, maybe simpler, set of mats which I still might be too fearful to use? Are handmade place mats just not a good idea at all?
So the question is, to place mat or not to place mat?
I'm sure your evenings are made of much more exciting matters...