|Taken from the car on the M4|
So the fair was brilliant. I felt as though my particular corner of the blogosphere had come to life, and I actually met Kitsch and Curious Elaine and Gary, which was absolutely delightful. Cathy, Elaine said you were there too, so I'm really sorry we didn't get to say hello to each other.
I seem to have spent rather a lot of my pocket money and now I'm in that state of denial where I don't look in the bags I've brought home until the guilt has subsided and, also, by the time I do dare to look, there's the added benefit of having half forgotten what I splashed out on. There are the makings of projects in those bags, that much I know -- but is it too awful to think of cutting up cloth books to stitch the pictures onto something else?
We were home by 4pm and making ourselves tea in our proper teacups, which is something we only do when we return, like hunters, from forays into the world. And we had slices of stollern, which was wonderful and actually tasted as though German frauleins had lovingly soaked the marzipan in schnapps or some such, even though it was only from Sainsburys.
This is an odd little post, sorry -- the photos don't seem to go with the subject matter. I should be doing little plush rabbits and wheely dogs and my NEW reindeer (I feel more adventures of the plastic reindeer coming on...). But I thought I probably ought not to take photos inside the fair. So here are some of the things I already own instead.