SO, COME AND TELL ME SOMETHING THAT YOU'VE ALREADY TOLD ME,
CAUSE EVERYBODY'S HEARD OUR LOVELY STORIES,
I HOPE THAT SOME OF THEM ARE TRUE,
I'VE BEEN LOSING LOTS OF KEYS LATELY,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS......
I've got a sorry tale to tell, but it can wait to the end of the post - desk first!
Nan G thought my piles of pennants looked like G strings last week, lol!! They did rather..but here they are in the finished state. 4 lots of 3.5m lengths of bunting for the wedding....errmmm, I have quite a few flags left over, my cutting out was rather enthusiastic (!!) so if anyone would like some bunting as featured below, please get in touch :D
I have been trying very hard not to buy more fabric, but when you see these beauties sitting on the shelf in Dunelm Mill, well it's like the call of the Sirens...'LLJ...buy us...go on..you know you want to............'
I already had the gingham but knew that this gorgeous Christmassy fabric would go so well...so table runners and place mats for the Christmas table are in order I think, plus a festive pinny, and make the leftovers into gift bags.
A detail of the fabric...it's so gorgeous, I love it!!
I haven't done that much this week because a few days were spent down at my dad's in Wales. On Saturday evening, DH and I went for a walk down the harbour. All was tranquil...
Homage to Julia's Shadow Photos she does so well!!
All was happy.
Late Sunday morning, we're just about to take Dad out for lunch when we realise that the car keys are nowhere to be found. Panic ensues. The bungalow is turned upside down..the previous evening's walk is retraced, the police station is phoned...nothing, nada, zip, zilch. The absence of keys is overpowering. So there we are in Wales with a locked car on a Sunday. Sigh........
DH decides to go back to Wiltshire on the train that afternoon, my brother Steve picks him up and drives him back to our village (no buses run at that time of night, so many thanks, Steve!!) Thankfully he finds the spare key..phew.
The following morning sees him back on the train to Wales, checking every 5 minutes that he has the key safe in his pocket. This key doesn't have the remote locking blipper, so will it open the car and start the engine anyway???
We return to Wiltshire somewhat frazzled, out of pocket and mightily cross. Then we hear on the news what's happened on the East coast of the US which puts our problem into perspective somewhat. I sincerely hope that all our many friends across the pond are safe and well.
So the moral of the story is:
ALWAYS TAKE YOUR SPARE KEY ON HOLIDAY!!!! We will...............