Happy Days

Spring is in the air at last - the daffodils are emerging, the birds are twittering and Sunday morning will be lovely and bright once we move the clocks on. The calm before the storm maybe, but I am feeling fairly positive about The Border Tart and hoping for a favourable reaction from the discerning public.... I am hoping that my kind website testers will point out any faults so I can put them right before April 1st.

I have spent the last few evenings writing addresses on my launch postcards ready to post next week. Talking of postcards, I could not resist this one at the RAF Museum last week....it's another one from here.

Sidetracked

Hmmm, the days are rushing past and I am not achieving enough. At the moment while I am still in paid employment during the day, if I am out maybe one or two nights in the week I seem to lose far more than just those hours. I look round and the calendar has bounded on without me. And I am not managing to keep up with your blogs either. I have caught up with Suzi K whizzing about in her 'disreputable dressing gown' and Tara's much envied future escape but there's lots more out there that I NEED to stick my nose into!

Still, the website is pretty much ready to go although I have entered an area of inadequate knowledge (to quote a wonderful uncle of mine - it was particularly wonderful because he was poking fun at my father when he accused him of that many years ago) Once I acquire some help for this particular hiccup I think it should be OK.

The Woolgathering was a bit different this time round as Anne showed us how to make fabric bowls and had made up wee kits for us - lovely Japanese patterned cottons for the outsides and various prints for the insides. Once we had all revisited the gentle art of hand sewing - twelve darts and then the circumference in neat running stitch - it was quite a relief to get out with the scissors and hack up the lfet over old clothes. (The jumble sale raised nearly £400 which is amazing for such a titchy wee village)

Got the Blues!

Why are accountants so logical and sensible and real? A visit to see ours this morning has put me in a blue mood. When it boils down to it our finances do look a little precarious and future income negligible but I really didn't want the reality check that I got. I've been up in my garret tidying heaps of fabric and papers this evening and it has cheered me a bit to be surrounded by colours and textures but simultaneously eating chocolate probably wasn't the best move.

This weekend was mostly devoted to the Village Hall as a few of us cleaned out the junk from one room and tackled the gloomy dirty kitchen with brushes and rollers and paint. It now looks more hygienic and much much brighter. Lemon yellow is not a colour I would allow in my house but for a light-starved community space it is OK!

Next Saturday is jumble sale day and already the 'stuff' is arriving. I'll be through the clothing with a fine tooth comb looking for sweaters to felt and interesting fabrics. As well as the usual tables of clothes/toys/books there will be a home produce table too, just because no village event would be complete without one. So I'll be making lemon curd and biscuits and maybe a cake or muffins one (or two) evenings this week. Then Sunday is the Wool Gathering. Only a small group of us this time but I think it will be fun.

Border Tart site nearing completion and now, of course, I'm not happy with it.... But I have ordered some postcards to mail out to everyone I can think of and am still aiming for April 1st to go live - maybe with more of a whimper than a bang!