Christmas Markets Begin – Don’t Panic Mrs Mainwaring!

If there were a theme tune running through my life over the next few weeks it would be Benny Hill’s Yakety Sax. I often used to use this tune when doing sensory dramas in my former life as a special needs teacher when we wanted to show people rushing around like headless chickens. Any other fellow artists or crafters reading this may well identify with how I’m feeling. There is SO much to do, so much to make and just not enough daylight hours in the day!
Whose idea was it to turn the flippin clocks back? I don’t usually moan or grumble publically and like to always present a positive image, but when you’re sewing frantically and it’s dark at 5 because some ninny decided to put the clocks back then there is cause for complaint. I know of two people who refuse to take part in this and sometimes find themselves an hour late for appointments, but live by summer time all year round. As I enter mad old lady territory, I am very tempted to do the same.
It is as if someone has pressed the fast forward button on a tape recorder (for those of you who are old enough to remember taper recorders that is) and there just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day, minutes in the hours to not only make enough stock to do the Christmas markets justice, but to keep house and home together, do the shopping, cooking, housework and get my own family’s Christmas sorted. Mind you, the latter will have to wait til after my last Christmas market on 19th December, and with two grown up sons living at home, I will certainly be sharing out the chores!

Having said that, trading at numerous Christmas markets is wonderful, not only being a part of my lovely trader family again, but it does offer the ideal opportunity to buy wonderful, locally handmade presents – something I try to do every year now and which I’ll be writing about in another blog very soon.

So, without further ado, I will sign off and head up to the woolly garret, where a delicious pile of fuschia, magenta and navy blue jumpers waiting for me. Trouble is, it’s only eight o’clock in the morning, and everyone else is still asleep. My youngest son sleeps right underneath my workshop and says that my sewing machine sounds like a helicopter coming into land! Oh well, sorry son, I need to get on. Brocksbushes Christmas Fair is on 12th November in two weeks time.

Don’t panic Mrs Mainwaring!

Follow Woolly Pedlar
X

Follow Woolly Pedlar

E-mail :