My ideas of fun may not be the same as others.
More felt was needed to make more brooches. I'd come to the part of one multicoloured piece where every bit had badly clashing colours and I wanted something different.
I set about it with lots of colours which didn't look promising until I wet and rolled and rubbed away, and there we go again..little areas that just make me wonder how felt works its fuzzy magic.
I'd be doing it right now but I left all my wool in the car boot yesterday and I am just too lazy to go and get them, and its too cold outside. Instead, I'll sew more leaves.
I haven't heard if I am doing the craft fairs I mentioned yet. I've decided not to do the outside one.
It was the table size that clinched it...I have a 6 foot table and they wanted 5'2". It was the last straw.
I can imagine unloading all my stuff outside at night in December, but not the table as well.
Last Sunday we went for cake in Haworth. Thats the Brontes' Haworth, in case you didn't know. I don't expect Charlotte, Emily and Branwell went to the bottom of the hill for cake, but if 'The Coffee House ' had been there, I'm sure they would have.
It was sunny and the Coffee house was full. We had a bit of time to kill so we browsed the secondhand bookshops and I came across this.
from a book like this.
Mid century was a cool time to grow up.
Or seems to be when people who didn't, actually look back at it.
As for me, I have happy memories of childhood but when I think of lying in a very cold bedroom, with ice on the insides of the windows, and my luxurious over-the-bed brown bakelite light switch, hanging from twisted fabric-covered brown flex,and the air too cold to reach up and pull it, reality strikes and I realise how lucky we are now.
However with projects like these to keep used amused
we could tell the younger generation a thing or two about having a good time.