I went to a craft and leisure exhibition on Saturday (a rare beast in these parts) but, instead of driving there on my own, I decided to go with my ‘atelier’ group (or craft group) as I thought it would be more sociable and also help in my ongoing battle with the French language. Luckily, it is quite a small group anyway and there were only nine of us going so we didn’t have to resort to a coach and went in 2 cars instead. Phew! Not only do I get travel sick in coaches but it would have made me feel really old – I don’t know why, I suppose coach trips just have that reputation. Not that the venue itself helped in the ‘feeling old’ respect as the vast majority were middle aged women – imagine the queues for the loo!
It was a very early start and I had to concentrate extra hard on what everybody was saying all the time (because of the language, not because I’d forgotten my ear trumpet!) and, more to the point, I had taken a strong travel sickness pill so I was shattered by the time I got home and needed to be revived with food, wine and ‘Strictly Come Dancing’.
Anyway, I had asked everybody not to let me buy any more fabric – as I could already stock a small shop – and also not to let me buy anything which would mean starting yet another new craft.
Some lovely Liberty cottons…
some gorgeous printed linen….
something with writing on it of course….
and something new to try!
My French must be worse than I thought – they obviously hadn’t understood my instructions 🙂