This is a genuine post on our local Freecycle forum: “We have a very old kayak to get rid of. I don’t know anything about it except that it has a hole in it but still floats and that it is too small for my 6’3″ son to get into. It appears to be made of plastic. There is no paddle.”
It inspired us at Writers’ Group to write a poem! Here’s mine…
Just a quick message to tell you that I’ve written a bit about adult Frozen costumes over on my alternative fashion blog.
Oh my goodness – apologies for not posting in absolutely ages! One of the first things I was busy with was Farm Festival which took place 1st – 2nd August. This review is from a trader’s point of view. We arrived about lunch time the day before the festival opened, and set to work putting together our stall. I don’t know how it took so long to do this, but it managed to take several hours! Although we were ready by nightfall, we quickly realised that the festival wasn’t anywhere near ready….
When you walk through the entrance of Glastonbury festival, this is usually the scenario: You’re pulling some kind of trolley or cart stacked up with camping paraphernalia; it’s wobbling precariously, but so far the bungee cord is holding. The rucksack on your back is killing your shoulders and the bag full of cans of cider and snacks is cutting into your hand. Your hoodie, which you only just remembered is tucked under your arm. Your free hand clutches your ticket and by the time you’ve reached the turnstile you realise you’ve over-packed again. You get through the gates and you’re given your programme, then your fine guide; a policeman offers you a collapsable water bottle; someone else gives you a recycling bin bag and then someone from Yeo Valley hands you a tote bag…..
I’ve been busy making a fairytale dress from a stack of unwanted books for the Bookbarn out-of-print fashion show. It’s going to be judged on Friday by Maisie Williams (Arya Stark in Game of Thrones) I’ve written all about it on my alternative fashion blog.
I am playing all my Hole and Courtney Love albums again, and I’m even inspired to get out the electric guitar and have another go at trying to learn how to play it! As we queued at the O2 Academy in Bristol last night, we realised it was twenty years ago when we first saw Hole play at Reading festival in 1994. Well, that made me feel flipping old! The crowd was a real mix, and there were plenty of people older than Chris and me; along with teenagers who have discovered her music later. Our kids were brought up listening to Hole, so they came along too – well it was actually them who new she was touring here before we did and asked to buy tickets…
Just a quick post to let you know about my new website. Oshun is my clothing label for fairytale, steampunk and bohemian handmade creations. Please take a look HERE and let me know what you think!
This was a couple of weeks ago now, but what with Easter and bank holidays, time seems to be passing double quick. So anyway, my daughter and her friend were interested and off we went on a sunny Saturday morning to Frome. (Quick car park tip: there was a queue to get in because no-one realised there were several spaces to the right on the exit road. We nipped in on the right (there weren’t one way signs) and got a space straight away!) The entrance cost was £2 each, but the hall was big enough to justify this I suppose, and it was very busy, so people obviously didn’t mind paying the fee.
This is a mini story I wrote in half an hour at Writers’ group last week. We were given the topic: ‘You can’t trust March’ and it had to be written in dialogue.
‘Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
‘That – planting out those begonias.’
‘It’s far too soon.’
‘Too soon? It’s lovely and warm. I’m in a t-shirt.’
‘But you could have your coat on tomorrow. You can’t trust March.’
I was absolutely delighted to find a snow-drop flowering in my garden the other day. Snowdrops definitely rank in my top 5 favourite flowers. There was a garden I used to walk past on my way home from primary school, and it always had a blanket of snow-drops beneath a group of fir trees. They enchanted me. Once, I picked one and I felt guilty about it ever since!
Please click here to read the rest of this post, along with some snow-drop inspired handmade clothing and jewellery on my alternative clothing blog. Thank you!