Weekenders

My intentions were excellent.  I was going to make a folk doll.  I was going to spin some wool.  I was going to dye some fibre.  It's funny how an encounter with a pigeon will put paid to one's plans for the weekend.

Ah well.  My logwood and cochineal dyes have arrived, as has the alum.  I've oiled and serviced my sewing machine.  I've ironed all my fabrics.  All good things, but not as good as actually making something. 

So have a picture of my stall at Musicfest's Strawberry Fayre, held a couple of weeks ago.  Just to prove that, occasionally, my weekends do go to plan.