Too Many Hats

This one escaped from last blog.

Red plate inked in white, printed on black paper.

Last week should have been a sloppy, but creative time.  

Keith away with his chums for a golfing holiday in Turkey;

time to splash and bang, stitch, dye, make a general mess.  

Eat when hungry, raiding fridge and cupboards, shopping

only when there is nothing left but a tasty, incredibly smelly

Camembert Nic brought back from France.  In reality it was 

amazingly chaotic.

The office was open for The Paper Cinema e mail catch up 

and paperwork.  Two evenings of rehearsal.   Veggie feasts 

all round.

Found time to stitch two Journal Quilts, in between sorting 

out stock for The Indian Bazaar.

A fabulous day with collographs, then setting up shop with 

Lis my fellow shopper. A glass or two of wine and nibbles 

helped the evening along.

My daughter Amanda came up from Cornwall to join in the

fun - The Bazaar had lots of visitors, really busy.   Collapsed

in heap after cooking a delicious curry.

Sunday another busy day in The Bazzar, with the unexpected 

arrival of my sister and her husband, coming down from 

Berkshire to escape teenage angst and not doing homework 

for exams syndrome.

Home alone at last.  Do I put my feet up and sort out mess

tomorrow?   Oh dear, phone call, father in law in hospital.

He had a fall - all ok, no broken bones, but is staying over

for observations.  

Keith will be home early tomorrow morning, so I really must

have a grand tidy up!