It all began quite nicely, one rainy day about last Saturday, when we stumbled out the door, squelching through the puddles, to arrive bright & early for the St Matthew's autumn fair... 9.00am sharp.
A brisk little bee line & I arrived at the linen department, my bleary eyes peeled for anything old & interesting of the textile kind. Immediately I was drawn to the sweetest rosebud strewn feather eiderdown, right within my reach (don't you hate it when someone gets there just before you & then suddenly you no longer have a choice!)
$5 sounded just fine to me!
We always go well equipped with various bags & lots of change & as usual found some interesting bits & pieces like crabapple & chile jelly, feijoas preserved with lemon, spiced apple butter, some pretty gardening gloves, a dear old childrens' book & a wee brush for the larder.
Better have a look I thought...
Look, it's just leaves for feathers..
He hopped from one leg
to the other & then he said NO..mean!Images of Jemima in my head
"The more it snows tiddily pom, the more it goes tiddily pom , the more it goes tiddily pom, on snowing"
oh yuck, now they're tickling my nose! It must have been the foxgloves/rosebuds that did it,
And I am most certainly going to be "nowhere to be seen" on Wednesday morning when the bin man comes..no, don't tell me now that they could have gone in the compost.
It really is such sweet fabric..
Later in the week, I couldn't quite believe my eyes when I saw this basket in Connections, so like Betty's find over at Mrs Yappy Dog.
My hard won rosebud fabric might be quite sweet to line the basket with, but I worry that we may find feathers in our sandwiches for some time to come.
Beehive Cottage so simple & so nostalgic somehow. Maybe it was the lick..you know the one..there's something on your face, out comes the hanky, lick & wipe it off. There, that's better isn't it! Lovely touch for Mothers Day..a little bunting of pretty hankies.
Come on Jemima.