It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

In preparation for the Christmas craft fairs I've been doing, I've been making lots and lots of these mini felt stockings. There are three designs: a snowman, a tree and three stars.

Silly bugger

It's been a bit of a lousy few days since my last post, what with the end-of-the-world weather (at least in Liverpool) and the economic apocalypse (at least according to Radio 4). I've been having my own mini apocalypse as I've had a cold (can girls get 'man-flu'?) and I lost my camera the day before the Winter Arts Market. I looked EVERYWHERE in my home and then looked again, and again, before deciding it had either a) been stolen by a mean person or b) disappeared completely, like a character in a Haruki Murakami novel. There followed a few days of utter confusion and sadness. And then I found it. Turns out I had just hidden it really, really well (underneath a pile of fabric in a drawer, since you ask) before I went to Birmingham for the weekend. I am a silly bugger.

The Winter Arts Market (photograph by Rhian Askins). My stall is just above the centre of this picture; you can see me talking to Mama Musgrove, who joined me for a couple of hours. The fair was good but I think overshadowed by the impending collapse of Europe and the incessant rain. Am I being melodramatic?

Ah, that's better. Some black cows and a single brown cow, spotted on a recent walk in rural Cheshire with Papa Musgrove