My shop is open!Yippee.Ok so it is not heavily stocked-well I like to start out lightly - but it is done.Somewhat of a relief and yet strangely terrifying.Will they sell?Will people love them and give them a good home?Will I ever stop feeling so attached to a bunch of stuffed creatures in lovely fabrics that have been making my sideboard look so happy?Who knows.But at least I have started.Actually there would have been more but my sister has been visiting and decided to buy some.They safely arrived in freezing,wet London not long ago.
These are the babies that left home.I miss them.
I think I have separation issues.This quilt is taking me ages to complete and if I'm being really honest I suspect it is because it is soooo pretty and I like having it here.Still.Its not much good having an empty shop is it.
By the way,does anyone have their children in bunkbeds?? I am being a dreadful aquarian and cannot make a decision for fear of making the wrong one.Aaagh.Need space.Broken limbs.Bed making awkwardness.Storytime awkwardness.Bumped heads.More space.It goes on.To be honest it is nicer having the boys in their own beds at sit down cuddle level.Bunkbeds would simply give us the gift of floor space.Thats their job though isn't it.This inability to make a decision about this has been going on for about a year now.Maybe thats it.No bunks.