My day started in the City, setting off from London Fenchurch Station (which has the cleanest toilets I’ve ever seen in my life). This is the Lloyds Register of Shipping:
I took my knitting on the train with me:
I painted my nails this colour in honour of Miss P, as we share a passion for tangerine and had both bought the same magazine for this nail varnish freebie. I just knew she’d be wearing her orange nail varnish too – and she was!
We then got down to the serious business of trawling the charity shops in Leigh-on-Sea. I kneel in humble awe at the feet of Miss P. Where I see rails of unwanted clothes, Miss P spots nuggets of loveliness and has the imagination to turn them into something even more lovely. She gently steered me from surprise find to hidden gem. ‘Look at this handbag, Karen.’ Oh yeah!
The charity shops in Leigh-on-Sea rock! London, you can’t possibly compete with this cheap fabulosity.
Evidence number one
Hand embroidered linen table cloth. £2.50
Evidence number 2
String of pearls, £2.50
Evidence number 3
Sleeve board, £1.29
We then hit the local fabric shop and Portia MADE me buy a metre of this:
It’s a slippery eel and may be a sod to work with, but I can see it as my third Sorbetto. Whilst in the fabric shop (which I can highly recommend, fabric shoppers of the world) Portia and I seemed to be surrounded by our sewing friends.
Here was My Happy Sewing Place:
And here was Scruffy Badger:
Scruffy recently made a beautiful dress out of these swimmers.
There was even some of the cotton that had become my beautiful Lisette:
I really recommend a day out to Leigh-on-Sea if you’re looking for a coastal escape (it’s on an estuary). There’s an old town with art studios and gastro pubs, there’s a beach of sorts, more charity shop goodness than you can wave a stick at, a fabulous fabric shop and some great municipal gardens that take me back to my 70s childhood:
What more could you ask for? Miss P lives just down the road, So Zo grew up near here, Southend’s just round the corner if you want to kiss someone quick. It’s true what they say: The Only Way Is Essex.
Thanks, Miss P!