Anyone coming into my house just now has to climb over the boxes and bags at the front door. As this is an old (about 200 years old) cottage the front door opens straight into what is my dining room. Well my dining room is now my mock-up of the Country Living Fair. I have the display stand set up (all looks very pretty), but oh the amount of stuff that is scattered about, piled up, stacked in what used to be corners and generally taking up the entire room. I am trying to organise it all, count out what is going on display stand and what is stock. I have pieces of paper (of course they started off in a folder, what folder, where?) all over the place with different lists and numbers on them, all of them mean something tho for the life of me l can't remember what.
I can't quite beleive (beleive it Karon, it's happening!) that this caravan of selling (l hope) starts just a week on Tuesday when l will be driving down to London ready to do the first of my 3 fairs. Am l ready, don't know, hope so, too late to worry now.
Once l have sorted out all the stock bags/boxes and have just the display in the diningroom l shall take a photo for you. I am hoping that this proud moment might just come today, l am determined to get this stuff counted and packed up this morning before l step on anything else, lose pens, paper, my mind, child and animals in the mess. This is when l could do with a Walt Disney moment when a special fairy (the Fair Fairy) will twinkle into the room in a glittery dress and sparkly hair. She will wave her magic wand and all of a sudden the lazy fat cats (Hank and Berti) and even lazier ferret will spring into action and take on a smiling demeanor and possibly even sing (maybe that's going too far) as they scurry around with miniature brooms etc cleaning and tidying and making the room all turn back into a normal diningroom again. While they are at it they will count out all the stock, neatly list it all and then pack it all up for me. If they whisk up a cup of tea for me as l watch gleefully from the sidelines l shall be eternally gratefull.
On that note l shall go and wait for my fairy, or maybe just get on with it myself………………