To market, to market to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again rig-a-jig-jig. In with that market hopping piggy toss in a surprise welcome home party for a dear friend, a sprinkling of sewing cupboard sorting out, a good dash of retaining wall ripping down and rebuilding and a generous dollop of cup of tea-ing. Such was the last few days in this wee household.
Not since my uni days have I gallivanted quite so much in one weekend. BrisStyle Twighlight markets on a balmy winter Friday night (oxymoron I know!), Saturday at the Red Hill Fair selling up a storm and making a HUGE mental note to self to buy a decent portable stool. I had to shoo a rogue child away who mistook my footsies for the giant helium balloons being paraded about. Mon dieu!!
There was also a spot of frantic (and yes, completely unnecessary) sewing to complete a little ensemble for the welcome home soirée. I dug a gorgeous metallic linen out of my fabric mound (bought for an absolute pittance!) and kind of made it up as I went. Weeeeee!!!
I ended up with a little a-line dress with a material flower (my father said "dead looking"....I say organic and fabulous dahling!!!). I coupled it with my absolute favourite bottoms...sass and bide black rats, a black skivvy, a pair of over the knee Sportsgirl leather boots and an embellished leather cuff from Witchery.
And now to be even more of a stop out...I'm heading out tonight to meet a lovely girlfriend for dessert after our poppets are snuggled up in bed. I've had a blast but I'm exhausted. Nothing a crême brulée or two can't put to rights. Bon Appetit!!!