This is a post about a few things but nothing in particular. Can you believe that there are still bees in the middle of October? Can you also believe that even my garden flowers have the odd, stray cat hair attached to them? Ahem, my housekeeping skills still have some way to go before I can truly call myself a Domestic Anything. Cat hair..we wont go there. I had to smile at Carol's insightful comment about the weekend chores, or rather my addiction to Car Boot sales and my lack of weekend chores. I do have a very good husband who feels a little guilty at the amount of time he watches the Rugby (well yes, I'm assuming it's guilt) so whizzes through the house between matches. I, on the other hand, am one of those people who am constantly tidying but never finishing. Oh, the knots I get tied up in..I start sorting something out and then get distracted by something else to sort out which also includes something else to sort out...aahhh! Ant will come along and "do a Chris". This means in my language..to do a Chris Martin - he will fix me. And he usually does, in minutes. He has recently started saying when I came home from my latest finding mission, "Aah Jane, where are we going to put all this stuff?" in his sweet New Zealand/British drawl. He has a point, this house is full to overflowing. " I'll have one of my sort outs," I tell him as I hump 2 enamel buckets and a black rubbish sack into the house. Poor chap.
I'm almost ready to show you (hopefully this weekend I'll set up a shop of sorts) what I've been making for the last 2 months, though I must confess to feeling rather wobbly about selling them. I have never sold anything before and am wrestling with the whole 'are they good enough' thing. I have used vintage linens so they aren't 'perfect' and my machine is very basic; but I have love, love ,loved making them. So that is what I'll offer, something not perfect but made with thought, a lot of tea, and lots of joy..yeah made right here.
Oh, no..now I'm fretting that I've made them sound more exciting than they really are...oh dear ..breathe..
