The weekend was hot, the markets were good, but hot, so hot. I find myself becoming more relaxed behind my stall now. It all feels more natural and less daunting and on Saturday I had a most enormous surprise when I was recognized by a reader! Hello Jill, I do hope the real me has not put you off reading....
Right now the Suffolk sky above is bruised purple, black and grey. The promised storm finally arrived this afternoon and how glorious the rains have been. There were rumbles and crashes, flashes of light and fat heavy raindrops. The storm has moved along now, a soft, misty rain persists and glimpses of light blue can be seen through cracks in the darkness.
The air felt instantly fresher and I feel reinvigorated once more.
Which is just as well, there is sewing to be done.
Linens gently striped and trimmed in Liberty, ready for the Woodbridge Market this weekend.