How was August for you? End-of-Summer-ish? Start-of-Autumny?
Despite a few days of unforgivable chilliness - where after wearing 3 layers plus a blanket while I crafted we finally resorted to putting the heating on. I'm sorry August but can you stop trying to be December please? - we did have some decent weather this month. Enough to make several days out very enjoyable in fact.
So let me dive into those days and share how my month looked ... in numbers
[As always you're welcome to join me; all the details are here].
8 = the number of friends who trooped off for a shopping day in Ripon:
Well, I say we had the room to ourselves ... but, actually, when we first arrived there was a couple sitting at one of the tables.Yet, for some reason, while we were completely redesigning the place ... they swiftly finished up and left!
We apologised for the disturbance and they played their part by assuring us that our sudden appearance was not the reason for their departure; it was all very British.
As I said, this was a shopping trip and while we made sure to visit the lovely Gray Finch and Hornsey's for some nice 'bits' ... my friend Janet and I spent the remainder of the day popping in and out of all the charity shops in town. And here are a few of my finds-of-the-day ...
60p = the price of 2 new-to-me retro pillow cases:
Similarly this heavy glass bead bracelet - 99p - and gloriously medieval-meets-the-60s style pendant - £1.79 - were always going to be destined for my jewellery box!:
Junk Journal kits in my shop], plus a Fiskar's slot punch for 50p!
30 minutes = the duration of my first ever sports massage. [BTW: there is no photograph to accompany this number!]
I went to the in-house therapist on campus and - apart from the strangeness of taking your top off in the place where you've worked ... - it was fine and not painful as she warned me it might be. And, while I think it did my back, shoulders and neck a world of good, they would have felt even better if I didn't go home and spend the rest of the day/evening hunched over on the floor pricing up all my stock and packing lots of bags and baskets. Which is explained by my next set of numbers ...
10am-ish on a Thursday = the time a friend texted to say the vintage fair she was attending - in less than 48 hours - had a table going spare ... and did I want it?
Well? Did I?
I wasn't sure. I was [a] terrified and [b] entirely unprepared [no business cards, no labels, no branding, no confidence!]. And yet ... I went for it anyway.
I might just do a full post on my experiences here sometime ... so I won't cover all the hows and whats on you now ... I'll just show you the time line ...
35.5 hours to go / 5.30pm-ish = the company hosting it confirmed my place at the fair ... which led to complete and utter chaos as I dumped into my dining room everything I could possibly stock a vintage stall with:
I got as much pricing-up done as I cold that evening so I could go for that massage the following day knowing that at least something was organised! I then spent Friday afternoon and evening tipping shoes, paperwork and general house 'stuff' out of baskets so I could take them with me on Saturday!
5am / 5 hours to go = woke up ... worrying! But fortunately I grabbed a bit more sleep before I had to get up!
8.30am / 1.5 hours to go = I arrived at the greenhouse location of the fair to begin putting a stall together ... off the top of my head ... with no dress-rehearsals!
[p.s: see my lovely retro tablecloth? It's actually a bed sheet which was another charity shop bed linen find; I told you it was one of my favourite things to pick up!]
9.40am / 20 minutes to go = All finished! Just awaiting customers ...
I was really pleased with how it turned out in the end. It certainly looked like the kind of stall I'd stop to look at. But, alas ... both it and I spent much of the 7 hour day awaiting customers; and after taking out the fee for my table I made a grand total of £31.50.
1st, 2nd, 3rd = the familiar sights of the red, blue and yellow rosettes on the various categories of things in the show that were there to be judged.
Things such as ... Texel sheep, which apparently are not naturally yellow
this insane vintage knitting pattern I blogged a few years back - this was the winner of my favourite craft category:
And while we're on the subject of finding things at the show that could keep you warm ...
Approximately 20 = the number of episodes of Game of Thrones James and I have watched. In fact, over the course of the summer, it's actually 30 episodes; all of series 1-3. And when I say we've watched 'approximately' 20 this month it's because I can't quite remember when we started; let's face it it's all a bit of a blur of blood, boobs and beautiful faces isn't it? And eventually when you've seen three seasons in the space of one summer they all kind of merge into one.
But, while we were at Egton Show my sister and I spotted these rugs ...
|Click for image source, or just to see more photos of Kit Harrington. You're welcome.|
What with one of those around our shoulders [a fur rug I mean ... not a Jon Snow. Although that would certainly keep me warm!] and a knitted balaclava we'd be sorted as the weather continues to turn colder; and after all ...
... winter is coming!
So, that was my August and I now feel pretty accomplished ...
... not only did I experience my first solo vintage fair, a lot of Snowy-swooning, all that charity-shop bargain hunting, yellow sheep ... and a cow's backside ... I also managed to squeeze them all into a single blog post afterwards! And now it's your turn ...
... join me if you fancy it, leave your link [and a comment] and I'll be round to see you when I can.
And if you just dropped by for a read, that's lovely too. Thanks for making it to the end of the post ... consider the Jon Snow pic as your reward!]
[Note: I haven't seen season 4 so, if you plan to mention GoT in the comments, NO PLOT SPOILERS ... PLEEEEEEEASE!!! Otherwise I'm going to have to pay someone to check through the comments before I dare look! Thank you!]