Food cravings are the result of chemical deficiencies.  Hmmm I must be pretty deficient, because I crave everything.  Actually I jest.  But for a while in the ’80s, my mother craved lettuce.  Iceberg lettuce.  She would stop off on the way home just to buy a couple of lettuces and stuff them in her mouth.  I kid you not.  It went away after about nine months.

(Hijab flutter to Tobstv

Urban Muslim is reviewing halal restaurants in Melbourne - woohooo!

(Hijab flutter: Austrolabe)

Took the progeny to visit Aunty D today. She lives near McCleland’s public sculpture gallery so we all went to have a gander.  I am not a great fan of modern art - call me a traditionalist - I think art is beautiful if it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in awe and makes you remember the Best of Creators.  Still, as modern secular art goes, it was very interesting.  Plus, it was a gorgeous day, alhamdulillah.

Here are some pix.

Sculpture Adventure

Hehehe, Hijabman has some fabulous new t-shirts.  I like “Hello My Name is… Randum Lee Surched”, “Woops… there goes my wudu!” and “Muslims love Jesus too.”

You can also buy a “Thankyou for not eating me” toy pig and bumper stickers.  Buy his stuff and support a good cause!

The secret to a good chador is choosing the right material.  Nothing too heavy, slippy or polyestery.