Well, what wonderful weather we have been having here in
. The summer has most certainly arrived, although I must admit that the mercury has crept a little too high for me, 32 degrees is just too much for a snow Queen like me. So, to escaped the heat of the town, we have headed West were it is still gloriously sunny, but not quite so scorchio! England
Things are very much on the up in our happy household. Mr Y made the best decision ever and walked away from his job. Not an easy choice, as he has enjoyed 12 years there and has made many firm friends, but new adventures are afoot, and come September, he starts in a new place, a more positive and less destructive environment, and he cannot wait; exciting times ahead!
So before the craziness of fairs and events gets into full swing, we thought we’d take a little trip to Mr Y’s home. We love it down here in
. The pace of life is so much slower. We have no routines, very few chores to do, the scenery is incredible, and while the house is happily nestled in the heart of the village, the beach is just a few miles away. And, well, when the sun is shining, everything looks just a little bit brighter don’t you think? Cornwall
We haven’t done any vintage hunting, but I hope to rectify that later in the week with trips to Penzance and Lostwithiel, two of my favourite hunting haunts :o) To be fair,
offers relatively slim pickings on the 1940’s front. There are countless places to pick up pieces of china and the like, but let’s face it; there are only so many “things” a person can pack into an already bulging home!! Cornwall
In the evenings I’ve been keeping equally busy, and obviously I couldn’t let crafting fall entirely by the wayside, so I’m working on finishing off this rather natty knitted jerkin.
My woolly pursuits have been less than I had hoped for, because it has simply been too darned hot to knit for any great length of time. So when my hands can no longer handle the wool, I’ve picked up a needle of the sewing variety and finished off a dress for each of the girls.
The print isn’t my favourite, but they adore it. I’m sure the neon pink, yellow, orange and green dresses and shell suits (yes that was my childhood!) I wore as a child in the mid 1980’s weren’t my mum’s choice either, but I thought I looked the business, and neither she nor my dad ever criticised what I wore. My mum is a great advocate of allowing children the freedom to be exactly that; children. So I’m trying to channel her freedom of spirit and trying not to care what other people might think.
bound just yet, there are pasties and ice-creams to be eaten and more adventures to be had before we head back to normality. Suffolk