Hid under blanket all morning – even the cat was wise enough to stay away. Tidied sock and scarf drawers (not pictured, you’ll be relieved to note); counted a week’s worth of hats, and gloves.
Failed attempt to reach Ally Pally by bus (something sinister on the North Circ), came home and, triumphantly, timed it to perfection by car on two ibuprofen. Brave new world: The Big Stamp and Scrapbooking Show. Surrounded almost exclusively by large, neatly permed pensioners, collecting pre-printed Easy 3-D Crafters’ Delights …Paintbox Poppets… Mickey and friends…Flower Fairies… Couldn’t resist a selection of die-cut cheese, not sure I’ll be employing the guidance notes.
Kindly folk, creative enough in their own way, but not quite brave enough to start from scratch. Several stallholders asked, "Do you actually make your own cards?" because I clearly didn't fit. Stood at one stand long enough to give two ladies directions, and be offered money for goods by a third. Reminds me of mum's classic South of France moment. Thought herself oh so elegant in drifting full length black muslin. While waiting for me to leave ladies' loo, was offered tip by tall, elegant person, leaving same (wearing white and gold, correct S of F uniform). Mother promptly purchased white and gold plaited hairband en route to Sylvie Vartan Concert.
Had to pull the car over on the way home to write that down. Will I end up chronicling every little thought that passes by, which I ultimately auction off on ebay, or put through a shredder in an Oxford Street window in the name of art?
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