Happy as Can be

Well this slow and steady approach seems to be working here doesn't it. You thought it was a good idea too. I've run out of photos now, but I've already a few in my head that I hope I can take tommorow. That's if Alfie Blue's eye doesn't look as if it needs a trip to the vet and Little Bun doesn't wake up feeling as poorly as she did going to bed. Fingers crossed selfishly for a day of me time.

This weekend we squished and squashed a fair few things in. I finished one wristwarmer and have started on the next. I also found another gorgeous knitting book today which has set my heart racing with  all the new projects inside. I'm being strict with myself and not picking up any new needles until the second wristwarmer is done and stitched up.

On Saturday Little Bun and I popped out in search of ballet and tap shoes. For her, not for me you understand, although I'd love to tap here and there as the clickety click noise is wonderful. After we had dance shoes in the bag we took a trip to the sweet shop for candy sticks, jelly cherries and raspberry blue sour bon bon's. Then by complete chance we found a vintage market in town. My friend Emmie was there and basically I spent all my pennies with her.

She had this wee fella tucked away knowing a certain blokey in my house had his eye on him. This doll love is getting serious, it might even need a shelf of it's very own one day soon.

Along with the fabric and bag I also grabbed this tin which I have some christmassy plans for.  As my two girlies will read this some time soon, then shhhhh, no more news on that one.

When we got home I raced about cleaning out animal homes as the four of us had a date that night. Before the old straw was out and new stuff in, Pip had popped into Pixie's hutch for a snooze. 

One clean cat and hutch later, we were off out the door to the end of the pier show. I'd booked tickets to see a ventrilouquist we'd loved when we saw him a couple of years back. Another grown man with a love for dolls.

Sunday was party day. I put the finishing touches to the toadstool gift and said goodbye to another wee friend.

The Bun's had a great party and we had the first, just the two of us alone in a long time afternoon. We even managed a table for two for lunch and then a wee whizz around the bookshop all before picking up time. How civilised is that?

We strolled back to the car through the war memorial gardens. Rather than the usual rush rush there was time to stand and actually look. For some reason I'd never noticed this new addition the other side of the memorial. It's a modern piece called Breath. My first thought was of Orla Kieley's work more than peace, but I liked the simplicity of it all the same. The Town Hall behind is one of my favourite buildings in the city. Apparently Hitler admired it too and had plans to use it as his HQ when he invaded England. With that thought I'll say ta ta and see you anon.