Spring has sprung!
I know it’s been absolutely freezing, peeps, but take heart – Spring is on its way. I’m in Hay-on-Wye, the town of books, on a writing retreat I’ve organised with friends. It’s full of cute places like this:
But I’m meant to be doing this:
So it’s unfortunate that I’ve already spotted this:
The shop is called Bedecked. It’s gorgeous. Full of wool, fabric and buttons. Look:
I’m fairly sure I can resist the fabric and the wool, but those buttons. Oh, those buttons… I do have a Beignet skirt to make, after all. Can you believe it, though? I travelled without sewing patterns about my body. What kind of crazy is that? If anyone wants to remind me of the size of buttons and how many the pattern uses, feel free!
Right. My allotted one hour lunch break is up and I’ve spent it writing this! Back to the other writing. The writing with ghostly horses, bleak moors, secret underground tunnels and kick ass girls in it. I wonder if I can work some sheep buttons into the story…