Gluck

Short of squawking about unhatched eggs, there is, as usual, not much to say. Work is still insanely busy (though this should change after this week), and my head's full of ideas for Christmas market stall produce. There may even be another book. As yet, that's another unhatched egg, however, so I'll stop squawking.

In, the meantime, I'll leave you with this, which I totally loved the idea of.

Happy kitty

This photo shows a kitty cat not in my possession anymore, due to the fact that it has been sold. Somebody (quite a few people, in fact) just walked up to my stall, showed not the slightest sign of shock at the prices or the quality, and just went and bought it. How freaky is that?

So, I guess what I'm saying is that my first craft market went well, though the guy at the stall across from me gave me an amused and ever so slightly patronising stare down his moustached nose when I expressed enthusiasm about the whole thing. But pah! Is what I say. It was really quite fun, and Mike's mum seemed not too fazed by the fact that I'd cut up her skirt for one of the cats.