Serial baker

Remember I told you about my friend who is expecting two babies and that I was supposed to take photos of her big belly and of hér big bellied friend? If not, you can read about it here.
Well, the bun shooting was scheduled for Thursday before last, but when the day came, friend of friend decided to have her baby that afternoon. And I had cleaned the house, washed the windows, painted some walls, all for the occasion, but then they didn’t arrive because just before they were coming my way, the baby announced that it wanted to leave the oven. Exciting stuff. (It’s a healthy boy.)
Friend and I rescheduled the shooting of the remaining bun to yesterday.
And yesterday afternoon, the belly entered my reasonably clean and freshly painted house. Really. First the belly entered and somewhere behind that my friend followed. She’s a serial baker. She already has two cute little girls and now she’s carrying two little… boys.

(Do you like the new colour of the wall? It makes a change from white. We love it and so does everyone who’s seen it. Or they just were being polite.)

Yep. I only have beautiful friends. They must pass the gorgeousness test, otherwise they are not allowed into ‘the inner circle’.
And yes, we do also have a black wall. In fact it is a huge blackboard that divides the kitchen from the dining area. On the kitchen side of it we write down recipes and other important stuff. The dining room side we reserve for drawings by visiting children of serial baking friends and the occasional scribble of our own hand.

Crazy friend (she is very crazy in a fun way) tucked the cute sheep in her ‘bellywarmer’. Why not.