Feeling like Goldilocks

Whose house is this? I don't recognise it.
You can see the table top and the floor is clean...

There's cake..
and there are no boxes or carrier bags full of wool and felt, or piles of magazines or tins of paint, or baskets of washing in the hall.
The spare room is all ready for guests.
Fresh towels in the bathroom folded so nicely it reminds me of 'Sleeping with the Enemy'. But Just a minute whats this in the spare room?
Boxes and bags with 'goods' in them.
Junk that looks like it came out from under someones bed..
and in the next bedroom, chaotic activity at the sewing machine.
Yes, its my house. Ready for guests and a Craft Fair.
Feast your eyes on the tidy scenes, they are rare.

My husband was very helpful. He went shopping. I asked him to get me one of these.

This is what he brought.
He is a little hard of hearing.

Musings of a domestic slobbess.

Isn’t it amazing how you can go for weeks with not much in particular happening and then a whole lot of things you want to do happen over the same few days?

For instance this weekend is the Traditions Folk Festival near here. On Sunday I am having a stall and doing two feltmaking workshops at the festival during the day.

Thats good. And I’m looking forward to it.

I’ve made a few more brooches and some hair barrettes that I thought might appeal to Traditional Music Festival goers.





When I go to a craft fair/workshop I sew up to the last minute then leave the house looking as if its been burgled. After the event I have a good tidy and clean.



But this weekend we are providing accommodation for two of the festival artistes, so I have to clean the house, and get ready for the event at the same time.



On Friday during the day its the last meeting of my embroidery group till September so I was hoping to go to that.

On Friday and Saturday its Woolfest



I could do with some wool tops for the felt workshop. I was wondering which day I could hope to go(..its about 2 hours drive so I don't think I can go on Saturday because of our guests..) when I received an invitation to an exhibition at a local college from 6.30-8.30, yes on Friday, with a personal note from the teacher hoping I could make it this year. (I couldn’t last year)

A lovely lady in our parish died last week and the priest rang today to say that the funeral is on Friday and I promised to do the flowers in the church, collecting them from the supplier on Wednesday, and arranging them Thursday, so it looks like the cleaning has been brought forward!

And when I say cleaning I don't just mean a quick flick of a duster, but moving beds, re-arranging the ‘spare room’, washing sheets, towels, rugs and throws which have been sadly neglected during the run up to the previous craft fair and left ‘till nearer the time’ of this one.

You know its bad when the dog refuses to get in her own bed till its been changed.

And when we emptied the junk from the cupboard space under what was my son’s bed so we could move it, I noticed this lovely and very appropriate box for my Celtic wares. It was empty. Now its mine.

You can probably tell from this.. the hoarding gene has been passed on to the next generation.

Why do some pictures load the wrong way round?

Please tilt your head when viewing the above.

Clutter. An Occasional Series.

Unable to ignore the dust on the mantelpiece any longer, I became re-acquainted with these The Old.
Articulated wooden cat, inherited fron my Mother-in-Law , a free gift she got with sweets when she was 4 in the 1920sAnd The New.
Animaniacs .
Acquired by my sons in the early 1990s..so not that new.
Almost Vintage in fact.

They seem to get on quite well together.

I can't possibly de-clutter.