There is a lot to do this week as we head towards Saturday's jumble sale.
I always have some anxieties about whether enough jumble will come in, but so far, the mountain of donations looks good, and there are two more days to go. Can't vouch for the quality, but there sure is quantity.
It seems to work for Primark...
Look at me, all Little House on the Prairie.
After chilly starts, the last few days have been beautifully sunny. I've had washing on the line, the garden is blooming in a modest sort of way, the cats are racing and chasing, and a heron came to visit, to check out my neighbour's pond and the eight fish therein.
I wonder if there are still eight now?
Already, there are butterflies, the occasional bee, and ladybirds.
1960-70s Just Jane maxi dress - gift from Lucy
Suede waistcoat, bangles and necklace - charity shopped
Boots - Ebay
Joanne and I popped to Doncaster on Monday. She'd bought a coal scuttle on Ebay, and invited me along as navigator. This was an ill-advised move, since I am the world's worst map reader, and am usually far too busy talking to take any notice of where we are or where we are going...
Thankfully, she had had the foresight to write out directions.
Those, I can read.
There is an impressive indoor market...
...and a whole host of charity shops, although I didn't buy anything.
Adam Ant, Henry Winkler, Eddie Waring, and Bruce Forsyth, all reduced to the chazzas.
How the mighty are fallen.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that every charity shop will have vintage and modern glassware galore.
Plus copies of The Da Vinci Code, several items of Per Una clothing, a box with knitting patterns in it, and at least one record which you catch sight of and say I used to have that!
Stand and Deliver is a case in point.
We might hit Chesterfield tomorrow, and Friday is earmarked for baking and setting up the jumble; then all systems are go on Saturday morning!
The really important question is - what shall I wear?!