In fact, that will be the last time I man the cake stall at this particular school as the Munchkin has been successful in gaining a place at a very good local school, the little boffin, and shall be starting in the New Year. We are so pleased as we have not been happy with his current school for some time and really think he shall be happy and flourish at his new school which has the most wonderful facilities and seems full of like minded children and parents. Phew.
Anyway, I needed to recharge the batteries, ready to head to the West Country on Friday, and for Saturday's adventures. The thought of Saturday in the marvellous Bridport had kept me going all week. And indeed it was looking fairly marvellous, Christmas trees and lights decorating many shop fronts.
We wandered along the street market as we always do, fewer stalls last Saturday, maybe put off by the cold as it was decidedly chilly down there. I was very excited to reach the end of the street and spot the familiar church.
With a little addition, this jaunty bunting. Now why might that be there?
Could it be because of this?
Yes, in we go to Bridport's first Christmas market. We might even spot some old friends. (I forgot my camera so photos are courtesy of my 'phone, not the best, but better than nothing.)
Indeed we do find old friends! We find Lizzie without difficulty and I spend a fair while ogling her goodies and buying a little something for my sister.
Nest door is the lovely Sue with yet more beautiful things to covet. I don't come away from there empty handed either!
I enjoy browsing another stall and spend an agonising ten minutes choosing which perle threads to buy. Such scrumptious colours!
They came from this rather lovely stall. My indecision results in me choosing 13 colours which I then decided I had better round up to 14; unlucky for some and all that!
Back at the cottage, the rain set in once more with a vengeance, so we decided to get the Christmas decorations down as it will be a couple of weeks until we visit again and we thought we'd get a head start on the festive season! I spend a pleasant while prettifying the kitchen dresser...
Out comes Father Christmas. This one came from a charity shop in Bridport a few years ago. I love to have a Father Christmas figure, I always remember the one my nan has, cannot remember a year without it, so I carry on the tradition.
The mince pie came to me courtesy of the very lovely and generous Fi. A great surprise, thanks so much, Fi, good enough to eat!
The cottage is soon looking very cosy indeed!
Well, a mighty good haul was made over the weekend. The market stalls yielded a couple of good books; I love the Lassie one, my mum and I spent many a Sunday morning weeping away over dear Lassie! This book dates from 1956 and is in great condition with a lovely story. Mine for just 80p. I also picked up a delightful Bluebird toffee tin decorated with violets. The charity shop yielded another stripey pillowcase and all the other goodies are from the Fair: bluebird embroidered napkins, 1950's gloves, twine and a gorgeous embroidered teacosy from Sue, buttons, hankies and so on.
I am captivated by my new threads, such divine jewel-like lustrous colours...
Now, are you ready for the piece de resistance? Look at what was waiting for me in the window of the hospice charity shop...
The picture in the gloomy weather does not do this a scrap of justice, I must say. I saw one very much like this in Cath K in Winchester and lusted after it wildly but no way could I justify the price Cath puts on vintage items. I can now see where Jan Constantine got her inspiration from and lo and behold when I check her pages for the link above, her website states she was inspired by wartime designs. Wonderful, isn't it? Each county/country is represented by an item pertaining to that area: coal mines and a daffodil in Wales; Highland cattle and the castle in Scotland; oast houses in Kent, china kilns in Staffordshire and so on. Very chuffed indeed with that find, the thrifty Gods were smiling on me that day!