day, another car loading session. Honestly you would think I would be a
dab hand at this business by now, but every show seems to bring yet
another packing challenge for the trusty jeep. Actually it is probably
just my aged mind forgetting how to pack the damn thing between one
show and the next. Age gets you that way…….
Tomorrow I drive through to Edinburgh to set up for the Hopetoun House Christmas Fair. This is only a 3 day event (they are getting shorter, next one (the last!!!) will be a two day affair) running Friday to Sunday and is usually pretty busy.Hopetoun House is a fabulous location, I'll take some snaps of the house for you, but don't worry, I won't bore you to death with hundreds of pix of my stand. I think we have got the general idea of my theme for this year – red!
Yesterday was a head down and hit that sewing machine day. Fabric was flying, pins were piling up as I trundled away on the trusty Singer. Radio Two kept up a constant chatter and I got through the day on a fraction of the coffee intake I have been using during these shows. I think I have become addicted to cappuccino. Always been a big fan but only had access when in town, not so at fairs. There it is, teasing me with its frothy, creamy strength and action packed calories. I fail every time, I stand there with all intent to buy my standard black coffee just as I would drink it at home. But oh no, that calorific caffeine fix gets me every time, and I return from the coffee bar clutching a bucket sized beverage that adds inches to the hips and enough buzz to the brain to keep even Alice's's dormouse awake. In HQ there is no fancy coffee, just the black stuff in a mug and me at the sewing station. I imagine my fancy drink and sip on the plain one. I sew and sew and sew.Today is not a sewing day. Today it is packing, organizing and oh yes, taking down the livingroom curtains again to use as a backdrop again.