Of Fleas & Golf

My dad played golf for over 70 years and was very good at the game. He loved it so much that when he was looking for a new house for us when I was seven and one came up on the golf course he bought it straight away. I'd got all excited about all the ramshackle farms mum and dad were looking at. I'd just finished reading The Family at Hilltop Farm and imagined myself with a flock of hens and a pony of my own. Instead I had to wait until I was 40 for my hens as golf won over farming.  Then he bought my mum some clubs and she fell for the game too. Now she's the Lady President and she's sorted out lessons for her granddaughter's who seem to love it too. I was a disappointment I guess as I've never liked joining anything and didn't want to play golf beyond eat the nice cake they serve in the clubhouse. Now we're up at 8am to get the Bun's there on a Saturday and lie in's are distant dream I once had. Mind you it does mean we seem to fit a whole lot more in these days.

After a lovely breakfast at my mum's while the Bun's putted and did their stuff, we then headed off to the fleamarket. I was thrilled when I saw these cocktail swords. I loved playing with them when I was a kid so for 50p I made them mine.

Around the next corner were too many fabulous things that we just didn't have the pennies for, but there was a coat that beckoned me. For £12 an old Hennes coat, perfectly old fashioned in style for me and in my favourite shade of green. We all agreed that it should come home, probably because it's a whole lot less than the other coat I keep lusting after.

For the Bun's we turned up a few more Bunty's. We had planned to head off to a 50's Fest, but Alfie Blue won the day. I'm still upset we missed this as it sounded fabulous, but we'd just left him on his own for too long as it was. The perils of having furries I guess.

At home I put my head down and started stitching the binding to the edges of my Beautiful Brick Patchy quilt.

By midnight it was all stitched up and ready to go.

I'm really, really rather pleased with this one. Miss Rosey said she couldn't believe I'd actually made it. For me I notice all the wonky pieces aswell as the bits I like a lot. Now it's made I'm itchy to get going on another one, but I really want to try something a bit harder this time.

I had meant it to be for our bed, but I think we'll need it to snuggle under downstairs.  Mr Bun also lets Alfie Blue sleep on our bed when he thinks I don't know and he's pretty stinky. All that stitching to have a stinky dog sleep on it. I don't think so you know.