Martha Stewart

I think I have this strange urge to be like Martha Stewart. Yes, I will admit it when I owned a TV from time to time I would watch Martha Stewart Living, I would also read the Martha mags that consumed my gramma's coffee table.

Anyway last weekend I made pizza from scratch. Yep I kneaded the dough let it rise and then waited for the bf to come home and do the rest. I must say it was very domestic of me. This weekend I was on my way to Brick Lane and got side tracked by the Columbia Flower market. Flowers?? I have never had an interest in growing a plant, having a garden, or anything that involves me keeping a living thing alive. I once killed bamboo. Maybe it was my recent visit to the nursery with my grandma or the fact that I have a lot more time on my hands but I really wanted to go home with some pretty flowers for my flat.

Columbia market gets it name from the road it occupies every Sunday morning, it is located in the East End about 8 minutes (biking) from my flat. Between 8am-2pm you can find a wide range of plants, bedding plants, shurbs, bulbs and freshly cut flowers. The best part about Columbia Market is the later you go the better the deals are. By 1:30am all of the traders want to get rid of their goods and sell them at low, low prices. When you walk through the market all you here is "flowers for a fiver", "2 for a fiver" everything is "something for a fiver".

The domestic Martha Stewart in me could not resist buying some flowers... especially at such a cheap price. I still had to restrain myself as I am low on funds and couldn't buy anything over a "fiver". I ended up with three cute little plants that only cost 3 pounds. One is a yellow daisy and I have no clue what the other one's are called but I love them.

Oh let me introduce you, this is my bike Waldo, baskets make it very easy to transport flowers.

Finally here is the final product. When I have more money I am going back for an olive tree.

love, love love.