I'm not a fan of busy Sundays. I always feel cheated if I finish the week in a flap and there's nothing I hate more than a list full of 'shit to do's' with none of those mothers ticked off! So, since it's 9 o'clock at night on a Sunday, and I'm only just sitting down to write this now instead downing a glass of wine and watching my 'stories' on the laptop in the bath, you would be correct in assuming that I've had a fairly craptacular day.
I was going to start this post with something like' I don't like to whinge' and follow it up with something about not wanting to complain on my blog and how there are people out there who have it so much harder than I do, but bugger that! My day has been shit. The kids have driven me to the point of insanity, Freddy has been possessed by bogans, Ada got carried away playing house and accidentally peed in a box and then 'someone' gave them a box of crayons while I was out at the market, and then promptly left them unsupervised while they coloured in the seats of my two remaining Spade back dinning chairs, Feck!
It's not like any of this is out of the ordinary. I have a fairly 'creative' household and these sorts of things happen regularly, it's just that Sundays are the kind of days you always have such high hopes for and in this house at least, they rarely seem to work out.
At least I've manage to get this post written, not a complete loss then.
Flea market finds from left to right, top to bottom are, hand sculpted, earthenware kitties (possibly by Ellis), Murano-ish glass ashtrays, pair of small copper and enamel plates, large copper and enamel plate.
Most of these finds came from the one little Oppy in Clayton, it's hard as hell to get parking and the bounty is often hit and miss, but last week it was all hits.
Don't forget tomorrow is Mantelpiece Monday (or bookshelf, dressing table etc.) to play along just pretty your display up, take a picture and add it to the link.
* fingers crossed for a bit of sunlight.