Showing posts with label starbucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label starbucks. Show all posts

Friday, 19 February 2010

owls should not drink iced lattes

bad owl! That's my iced latte!!!

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

today I...

....had a toffee nut latte at Starbucks in the Mall... I am a coffee snob ... and I don't normally go for fluffy coffees drowning in gobs of sugary syrup...something to do with overdosing on Carmel Macahiatos when I worked at Target in Santa Rosa, Ca back in my carefree youth. My poison of choice is a latte (not too hot, I cant stand scalded milk, one sugar) or an iced latte (my favourite)... but OMG the toffee nut latte, it's syrup-y goodness it tastes just the way that Target smells in autumn, which you won't understand unless you love Target, M just happens to love Target as well and he understood completely when he took a slurp of my Toffee Nut Latte, the sugar, the sweet nuttiness, the whipped cream and the sprinkles... pure bliss in a tall red cup.

red cup= happy

right I have some writing to do... a fairy tale that I keep ignoring and ignoring.. it will be done by the end of the month!

Friday, 30 October 2009

blood, rice and tears

Supernatural drink tumbler (diner coffee only)

Before we had a little jaunt down to the south coast to have a mini holiday staying at a lovely little thatched cottage (pictures soon but they aren't downloaded from M's camera yet) I did a bit of crafting while packing the suitcase. The crafting was for Flamesparrow who lives in Bournemouth and who we were going to visit and get to cuddle her new little flamechick. I had bought a lovely little red and white striped outfit (as Toby as I could find) and thought I would attempt to do something crafty for her as I actually felt creative.

another view

I didn't know what to make for her at first but I seemed to have remember promising her a lavender and rice bag for minor aches and pain so I dug out the small bit of tattoo fabric and H helped me sew it into a pouch and fill it with rice and quite a bit of lavender. H said it was perfect and that Flame would love it, because we made it special with love. H then wandered off with a box of wooden beads saying he had something important and secret to make.

tattoo lavender and rice warm bag

So I finished packing the suitcase, made a cup of coffee and then I looked at the new design your own tumbler I bought from Starbucks the week before, I had bought it for myself but hadn't gotten around to doing anything with it (hectic week from hell). The tumbler stared back at me and then I remembered Flame complaining that she didn't have a Supernatural (addicted to the show) mug like me (Frizbe bought it for my birthday last year and it lives at the shop for book group) . I thought I would make a Supernatural tumbler for Flame, using a vintage dictionary page (tea stained), red food colouring for blood (*ahem* I have misplaced my box of paints), and hand stamped Supernatural (which sinks a bit on the 'A' and 'L').

tattoo warm bag for Flamesparrow