So pants are obviously the thing I just can't stop making at the moment. And then it occurred to me, knicker-bockers are kind of pants. Wahoo. Did anybody else spend their childhood in knicker-bockers, I thought they were the bees knees and my mum must have too. Actually, I think we called them peddle-pushers as well and I used to think it was hilarious because we often used to drive past a florist called Petal-Pushers.I have so many things to put on the blog tonight but now the family has been fed, the boys tucked up in bed and the dishwasher humming, I am just to tired to remember all of my amazing insights. So, on that note I will make my way up to the big blue couch and collapse in front of 'Hester Blumanthal's Medieval Feast'. Bring on the madness.
5 comments:
Scrummy pants - and/or peddle pushers. I wore them when I was a kid too. Wish we were wearing pants around here, but it was 39 degrees today. No pants are a better option! :)
Was that florist on Dandenong Rd? Were we practically neighbours?
The pants are so cute. What is this Medieval Feast business? That sounds like something fun.
All of the pants/pedal-pushers are darling! I love the crochet patch on the florals! Thank you for sharing.
I'm all for collapsing at the end of the day... sometimes the "thinker" turns off and then I know it's time to just sit. :)
Oh...I had a pair of knicker-bockers!!! gee you are going down memory lane here!!
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