Catching Time

What a week so far. I feel as I've fitted a fortnight into four days and I feel exhausted already. Pheeeewww.

Summer feet have been replaced by these wintery ones which have to rush out of the door every morning. No more lazily lounging and planning what to do for the rest of the day for a while.

I got together with Teena this week to bash out more of the details of the Pick 'n' Mix Makers Market. Before we got our heads down to being worklike she gave me this gorgeous milky green bowl and some vintage Happy Families for my sale labels. She had actually given me this lovely bowl in the summer, but in my usual way I rushed home without it. I always forget something where ever I go.

I've also been dashing to the charity shops and the Wednesday car boot to re-stock. I have a fair at Woodbridge at the end of the month and then quite a few over Christmas. This will be the dead period when the world of carboot slumbers.

I found more coloured knitting needles with a pair of blue floral curtains. Not so very nice fabric, possibly flammable (soon to be tested), but such a lovely pattern and for 50p only.

Coloured glass is my favourite and always looks so pretty on my stall. I love a mix of colours that catch the sunlight and sparkle together. In the CS I was lucky enough to find two jugs in a clear blue green that is the best of all coloured glass colours. Today I found the pale pink fruit bowls and plates, along with a delicious minty green blanket. I'm still undecided whether to use it for a project or hot wash it and use it for winter snuggling. I'm erring towards the latter, it really is very lovely (and I forgot to take a picture so you'll just have to believe me).

I couldn't resist these birdie glasses from the car boot. I declined the matching jug as it was unpleasant. A word that some might use to describe the glasses. For me, however, they are cheeriness itself.

The extra tiring part of this week has been this lady. We had a few people booked in to to come and see her and so I was cleaning her and doing general stuff to get her running. All late at night after everything else had been done. Now she has impressed someone with her elderly charms and late last night vrroom vrrommed off into the darkness.

Then today we celebrated Alfie Blue's 3rd birthday. The Bun's handed him their homemade cards and his bone present which has been skittered over all the floors. My parents were here and it was a lovely sight to see so many mad people singing happy birthday to a much loved little dog.

Just a party to bake and prepare for and another one to attend the day after that. Phheewww.

Yellow, Pink and Blue

Can you believe it? We were busy weeding the drive and look what we found hidden at the back behind an extra large thistle.

A limey yellow van. Old, but not as old as Mr and Mrs Bun. No this one was born in 1976 and not from around these parts either by the look of things.

We've started giving her a good clean up. For inside I think some new curtains at least and then we need to try and find her a new home. Mr Bun took a train to York quite a long time ago now and then drove this lady back home again. Sadly we've never had the time to enjoy her properly and now it seems it would be better to say goodbye so we brought her home from where she has been hiding. A little bit more of a clean up and on to ebay she will go.

After the big yellow van I settled down in the garden to try and finish my flower cushion. The Bun's hopped around blowing bubbles so they were happy and I had a minute or two to myself. I washed a blanket, bought ages ago at the village jumble sale, to use for the back ing. Then I began blanket stitching the two together in hot pink. I'm pleased with the result and yes it will be finished by tomorrow I'm determined.

While I sat there I kept looking at the French doors. One was still white and one was blue. Bun's still happy - so off I went with my paintbrush and slapped paint around for a bit. So there we have it, a few more jobs done and now a few days of going out to play with friends and family. Tomorrow we're meeting up with an old friend I was at school with and her children. In fact I hadn't seen her since we were not so sweet sixteen and then I bumped into her one day earlier in the year and I'm really glad I did.

After that only two more weeks left and my mood has changed from feeling wary of seven weeks to now feeling sad that it's nearly over. Am I alone in this I wonder? I doubt it.