I really want to love oils. I feel like I should enjoy them. They're so pretty and vibrant and alive. About twice a year I dig them out of my stash and have another go and within an hour I'm frustrated with the blasted things and swearing that I'll never pick them up again... but I do... and I will.
*sigh*
On a happy note, I'm making banana bread this afternoon. No one can be in the least bit frustrated or grumpy if there's fresh banana bread smelling up their house ;)
P.S. No correct guesses from yesterday's contest yet! I suspect there never will be.
