My wonderful friend Angie was recently in town for what can only be described as the wedding of the century... the phrases, "you ruined my wedding," and "you're not my sister, I never want to speak to you again" were thrown about with abandon (although, "make yourself useful and get me something to eat," rates as my particular favourite).

I'm not sure if all of happened before, or after, the bride arrived in a helicopter, but either way, it sounds like fun.

I have known Angie for a long time:

I think it's fair to say that Angie rates as one of my bestest friends. She's been with me through fat and through thin (me fat, her thin). Through mad, and medicated, and too many episodes of Australian Idol when we were "studying" for uni exams, she's been there. Ange, remember when we joined someone's funeral cortege driving home from school?? This is why you are my friend and I miss you!

Even though she has now thrown us all away for love, and is busy earning minimum wage in Italy, Angie, I still love you. You saw what I did there right??

For Christmas this year I made her a little bag from some awesome patterned cotton that I bought in Canberra over my holiday break. It is based on an idea from Cath Kidston's Sew!, which I got as Christmas present. Isn't is nice when a gift keeps on giving!
My secret about this fabric: it was actually, in it's former life, a tea towel!