Do you ever catch yourself thinking about something and then think maybe we've been pondering over that a little too long? We do it far too often. The very fact we're writing about it means it's had a worrying amount of time spent on it. You're probably thinking what it was playing on our minds earlier in the day. Well, here goes...rectangular or round biscuits - which is better for dunking in your tea then eating?

If decided, this answer will not change the world in any way, but meaningless daydreams and thoughts are our forte. So there. Back to it. We have decided on the following (feel free to copy and paste for future reference): Rectangular biscuits are much easier to dunk as they fit in as far as you want them to, then biting them or popping them in your mouth is a straight forward task. The round biscuit however is a totally different ball game (we're talking big round biscuits here, smaller round biscuits to the back of the queue please). If you do manage to fully dunk your circular treat, then it is much more of a challenge to get it all in your mouth. There is much more of a risk of biscuit breakage and it falling into your tea to be forever lost. Therefore, we have concluded that the bigger the challenge, the more satisfying the treat.

Round biscuits win. Hooray for them! We will endeavour to post much more meaningful musings in future.  

FFFFFFrench fancy?! A giant pink fondant fancy fell on us. Stuff like this can happen in January. It squashes you a little, there's slight suffocation and your inspiration is muffled and well, un-inspirational. As we have been eating our way out until now, we have not been able to blog and there's much more of us to love.

Anyways, we are now back. We have cancelled out all the cake with a trusty apple (yes. It does work) and we will be here wittering to you until you're praying for a larger, heavier cake to fall from the skies in our direction. We do hope your year is going to plan, people are obviously not eating enough cake as the bakery gods are literally chucking stuff out the sky. Giant stuff.

Firstly, happy new year! Hope it was firework filled and there were no disappointing anti-climaxes. We are still yawning from ours, therefore it must have been a super duper start to the year. Same resolution as every year...enjoy more and worry less. Surely 2010 is the year to do this whole-heartedly. We shall see, we're not too worried about it to be honest. 

Anyways, we have a new blog for you to take a peek at... http://thisisskeleton.blogspot.com. It has what we love in a blog - bits of pondering, dissecting and a wonderful way with words. So kids, check it out!

And if your new years resolution is to lose weight, please re-think. There's more of you to love. 

We are cycling on our bicycle, there's bread and flowers in the basket, there is a sea breeze blowing through our hair and we ring our little bicycle bell. Our cheeks ache from smiling...

Aren't sequins wonderful? Making something quite plain into something that razzle dazzles. We were wondering today how the individual sequins must feel. They can never take all the credit for their sparkly shows, but always have to take it as a team - a beautiful, reflective family. We dont think we could sew just one sequin and leave it there alone. Not when we are fully aware of the potential giddiness and glee a gang of sequins has on us.

 Maybe it's all they know, therefore they go through life happily sharing the praise together. However, maybe sometimes, they cry out to catch the light on their own. Who knows? Not us, hence the pondering. We did think though, if there is a missing sequin on a garment that should be covered in them, you can spot the dull patch almost immediately. Therefore, it shows how each individual one is extremely important and should be appreciated. So, next time your alone with something so twinkly and pretty due to it's abundance of sequins that you feel you have to profess your utter love/lust for it (is it just us that does this to things we really really like and or want?), why not mention how each one is individually very impressive. You know, just incase there is that one trying to loosen the thread to be on it's own.

This really hasn't meant to be a metaphor for people by the way. After reading it back it may come across that way but we hope it doesn't. For the record, we think some people are much better off away from others - the ones that don't deserve gleeful, sequin moments in their life. Are we being a little mean? Probably...sorry Mom! x

When you open your eyes, really open them. Take everything in, sketch it, photograph it, talk about it, memorise it. It's your view, totally unique to your peepers. Appreciate those shapes, colours, movement, letters...

Take in those you love. Their mannerisms, cheek colour, how they look at you. And if you enjoy a view, go back and look at it again and again and again...x

Sometimes, even though it's wrong, it's fun to be naughty. Or cheeky. Or mischievous. As long as no real harm comes to anyone and nobody gets put in jail, go and feel the good kind of guilt. The kind where you keep giggling until your stomach hurts and you almost want to get told off. Please don't tell us off though. We promise to be good next blog! Yes, yes...we've learnt our lesson.

Don't you love those moments we have just to ourselves? Where it's impossible to do anything work or stress related, and everything-else can be blocked out. Like train journeys. Where all you have is a jam sandwich to enjoy or your ipod to listen to. You've forgotten your work, so you cant do anything other than exactly what you really want to do and not what you should or need to do. Why? Because you're on a train remember! Or smaller moments. Like today, at the hand dryer. We had washed our hands, and were at the hand dryer, drying our hands, thinking this is wonderful! There's nothing else we can do now but dry our hands, so for approximately two minutes we could daydream to ourselves, guilt free. I think it's what benches were made for...but more of that another time.

It's important to have these totally self-indulgent, guilt-free moments. Whatever or wherever they are, you can be you. Think, say, write, read, eat, do whatever you please. Even if it's only briefly whilst drying your hands. We thought about what to eat for our dinner and to remember to re-tell you all these thoughts (we had tomato and basil soup and toast followed by two fondant fancies by the way).

We love it when we find things that we think have been made for one-another, like today when we had a coconut and raspberry cake square. We've had one before, but today sat and thought, god, this is goooood. Cheese and marmite, cold feet and microwaved socks, crumbles and custard, cheeky smiles and winks, pencil crayons, paper and long afternoons, faces and loving kisses...you get the jist. This list is endless! We also love lists, if somebody says make a list of, well, whatever really, we get a bit fidgety with excitment. We were made for list making. Well, simple things and all that.

Ok so we've seen the tiny snippet of everyone's favourite Christmas advert for Coke! This to us means it's officially festive time! This sort of excitment makes steam shoot out our ears, steam containing miniture tinsel and bits of glitter. "Just hear those sleigh bells ringing and jing ting tingaling too, come on its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you!..."