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We've had the builders in. Late yesterday, I didn't think that I could bear looking any longer at those nasty security stickers that they are required by law to stick on large glass doors. I was envisaging a long night getting rid of them.....but then Google came to the rescue. In no time at all I had removed the firmly stuck on stickers and all of the gluey residue, using a secret pantry staple.....peanut butter.

So here's my housewife tip for the day:

To remove stickers from glass:

1. Scrape the stickers off with a flat blade as you don't want to scratch the glass....I used a Laguiole pate knife.

2. Smear sticky mess left behind with peanut butter. At this stage the baby toddled over and couldn't resist rubbing her fingers in it for an impromptu snack. Leave for about ten minutes while the peanut oil seeps in and then scrape off.

3. Wipe off peanut butter, Google suggested a tissue yet I used what I had to hand.....nappy wipes....and then finished off with a cloth.

Amazing. It took all of twenty minutes.

Last week I couldn't find a babysitter for Friday night. I tried all of the usual sources and they tried all of their friends. To no avail. So then, as things became more desperate, my husband went to work and tried everybody in the office with teenage children, while I asked around at the yoga studio and at the health food shop in the village. When no babysitter could be found, I went out for dinner with a group of friends leaving my husband at home on babysitting duty. Before you jump to the wrong conclusion and think that I was skiving off.....I did cook them all dinner before I left.....and I brought my husband home a takeaway tiramisu.

Dinner was with friends at the Italian Pantry in Federal Street in North Hobart. By day it operates as an Italian food warehouse/provedore/cafe and on Friday nights they fill it with tables and chairs and red and white checked tablecloths and have a restaurant:

I wore this:

And yes, my white Victoria Beckham Denim jeans were on their second outing between washes. The jeans and By Malene Birger jacket are from The Outnet. The top is Morrison......I actually went into a shop (Luxe) in Hobart and bought it.

I ate this, well actually we all shared the antipasti platter:

Rabbit, hazlenut and Frangelico risotto:

And the ladies shared the pistachio cannoli:

On Saturday, Mimi and I sported our colour block jeans:

Mine are JBrand, that I bought from Revolve, way back before they upped their prices to match Australian retailers, and Mimi's were $18 from Tarjay (Target)....and are one of the nicest shades of pink that I have seen. See, Target isn't all that bad......although I will admit that most of their tween clothes are designed to make your daughter look like a tart. You have to have the time and the inclination to sort through racks and racks and then there's also an element of luck involved. Occasionally, all the planets align, like on the day that I found my leopard print espadrilles for $14. Most of the time it's just too hard and I can't be bothered.

Milly wore this:

I fervently wish that I had a skirt like this. Back in February, I found a Dolce and Gabbana pale pink tulle ballerina skirt on Net -A-Porter. My heart started beating faster and my palms became clammy. I made haste and ran downstairs to get my credit card, only for them all to be sold out. Utter desolation. I live in hope......meantime if you have any leads.

Then on Saturday afternoon, the weather really set in:

So I did this:

I was facing the fire reading Ordinary Thunderstorms by William Boyd. The rest of the family may have been facing the other way watching the AFL Grand Final. This is Hobart, after all.

Rx