I love a simple sewing project. Something whereby the results belie the limited skill and knowledge that I actually possess. The desire to create is there but the time to practise, often not. Sitting down at a sewing machine makes me feel all creative but straight lines don’t come naturally to me and my dream of knocking up a chic little shift dress is potentially an unobtainable one.
Having lived the majority of my adult life in a city centre apartment with a small balcony and then in a new build house with only a marginally bigger outdoor space, it’s safe to say that my gardening skills are somewhat lacking. Even naming flowers is a stretch for me. Pretty? Yes. Identifiable? Hmm, not really.
On Sunday, on the first proper sunny day of the year, in North Wales anyway, we downed paint brushes and perfected our pizza dough, instead. And by perfected, I obviously mean that we unwrapped it from its Northern Dough Co. packaging and rolled it out. I'll talk about toppings in a minute, but have you met The Firepod pizza oven, yet?