The Craft Fair approaches.......

..... and what do I do?

Sit here blogging that's what!

When a deadline rears its ugly head. The appeal of the chimney needing re-pointing, the windows needing cleaning, the cushions needing plumping, the shelves needing polishing, the books needing sorting, the floor needing mopping, the bread needing kneading, all take on an loathsome appeal. Even Henry sits cowering in the utility room rubbing his fluff-filled tum.

I don't know what I'm worried about because the last craft fair I did I was obviously ahead of my time. Recycling, upcycling, tricycling ... call it what you will, was unheard of. All the sniffy stall-holders with their bought-in old tat and artificial floral arrangements obviously thought I'd flown in on me broomstick from far, far away. Trouble was, so did the punters and that day I don't think I took a guinea. Alright it wasn't that long ago, I could have said a groat, that really would have been pushing it!

Anyway..... I thought I'd take a photo of what I have actually done today. Just for me you understand?

The top badge is made out of sea-glass gathered on the beach in Mykonos. The second one is made out of a peculiar pash I have for bandages.

Back to the sweat-shop!