"Mmmmmm. Fay, this is so scrumptious. Is this hand-shucked?"
While I am completely flattered to be compared to her, it just goes to show how very un-hardcore I am. And I'm okay with that. But sometimes, there is this little part of me that wants to believe there is a daredevil underneath all of this Fay-ness. Someone a little more like this...
So, today I tapped into my inner Xena, and did something really daring. I mean really REALLY daring. ...I made an oven mitt. (Insert Xena battle cry here.) But not just any oven mitt. One with a little edge to it--one with tattoos.
|Honey, of course I'll bake you an apple pie. Right after I tune up my Harley.|
Really, making a tattooed oven mitt is probably a combination of both Fay and Xena. Either way, I was pleased with the outcome. I will thoroughly enjoy baking/cooking as a tattooed domestic diva. Hmmm...perhaps "enjoy" isn't the right word, but I will at least do it with flair.
For my parting shot, the oven mitt in action:
Works like a charm and fits like a glove. And thank you, Gramarion, for the lovely mug!