I've been thinking a lot about brioche recently:
Seriously, I moved jobs into the centre of town nearly six months ago, and just a short walk from my work in this:
I'm obsessed. I'm also obsessed with brioche stitch, because I'm going to be knitting What the Fade shawl on an airoplane, and I won't be able to check anything on the internet, and what if I don't know how to do the brioche increases, and what if i run out of yarn and what if they take my needles and what if, what if, what if.
Short story: The first time I flew out of Melbourne with friends, I didn't let anyone take photos of me at the airport, because those are the ones that get on the front page of the paper when something happens. As if not taking the photo would help.
Hmm, this was supposed to be a post that was punny about brioche cake and brioche stitch, and instead I've given you a glimpse inside my tortured mind. I'm going to cope with this the only way i know how:
Seriously, I moved jobs into the centre of town nearly six months ago, and just a short walk from my work in this:
I'm obsessed. I'm also obsessed with brioche stitch, because I'm going to be knitting What the Fade shawl on an airoplane, and I won't be able to check anything on the internet, and what if I don't know how to do the brioche increases, and what if i run out of yarn and what if they take my needles and what if, what if, what if.
Short story: The first time I flew out of Melbourne with friends, I didn't let anyone take photos of me at the airport, because those are the ones that get on the front page of the paper when something happens. As if not taking the photo would help.
Hmm, this was supposed to be a post that was punny about brioche cake and brioche stitch, and instead I've given you a glimpse inside my tortured mind. I'm going to cope with this the only way i know how:
Yum, the brioche looks delicious! Google/look up your questions before you get on the plane and print/screenshot the answers.
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