I kept waiting for the pickle and ice cream cravings but all I got when I was pregnant was a craving for colours. Instead of gravitating towards blues and grays and black suddenly I was looking at orange and pink together and thinking how fantastic they looked. The other month I went into a shop filled with brightly clashing things made of felt. There were these rugs that I couldn’t take my eyes off they were made from individual coloured felt balls sown together in a circle, they were bright, clashing and wonderful. Maybe it’s a permanent change, one for the better perhaps.
If you are around Melbourne tomorrow come along to the SMR festival for garage sales, sausage sizzles and lots of great music should be fun!!