Rainforests are damp, steamy, clammy, organic spaces. Here in Penang one can almost always cut the air with a knife, it is heavy and humid. I cannot imagine sitting next to my hawt hubby, hooking an haute afghan in front of a hot fire. I stick to hooking balls and bags, whilst sitting propped up against the trunk of a palm tree, sipping on home-made ginger lemonade.
I make the Jamie Oliver version so by the way:
1 jug half filled with ice, 1-2 cans of lemonade, small handful of fresh mint or basil leaves. Add 1 teaspoon finely grated fresh ginger. Top up with sparkling water, stir and sip.
There is nothing as pleasing on the eye as popping the crisp white walls, white blinds and white duvets of all-white bedrooms, with a box of lego [Dude Tween] or a big vase of flowers [Girl Tween] and a colourful roly poly pillow seat each.
Life of a seasoned hooker in Penang is that simple.
Mind you, the Girl Tween asked for a granny square mini-skirt which is currently in production. Then there is also the HUGE Xenobia Bailey inspired piece that I am still keeping under wraps. And the stripey hooky jackets for these inflatables . . .
Pssst remember to click on the links so that you can check out BunnyMummy in front of her fire and the haute couture, oops haute crochet afghans produced by the amazing Crochetbug
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