Green's A Beautiful Colour, Ain't It?

...said the bloke with a scorpion tattooed on his face swigging a can of Special Brew as I walked past the law courts at 10am this morning.

I waited for a punchline but none came so I simply nodded in agreement and carried on my merry way, later attracting the attentions of a photographer intent on capturing my every move and a man trying to sell me designer perfume from the depths of his grubby Tesco carrier bag. Never a dull moment.

I'd only planned to pop into town for a square of felt (watch this space, I have a plan) but as it was Wednesday it seemed a crime not to have a gander at the weekly flea market at the same time.

I was pretty restrained. 

This hand-carved West German dog has jointed ears and a mad expression. Perfect as a desk tidy.

These 1950s plastic curtains were too bizarre to leave behind. Wouldn't they make a great rain cape?

It was love at first sight when I spotted this 1960s Boots print, Gail by Louis Shabner.

At only £8 it's hard to believe anyone else hadn't snapped her up already.

She'll fit in a treat with the rest of the harem in the lounge ( if I can find any more wall space).

Here's Stephen Squirrel, the cat behind our sleepless Sunday night. If you think cats are languid, elegant creatures you've never met him. He eats scraps meant for birds & foxes, gallops around the garden like a horse and trips up over his own feet. Last weekend he misjudged a wall and banged his neck. He's on antibiotics for an inflamed throat and is a lot more cheerful, but the bump means that he's (temporarily, I hope) lost his voice and for a cat incapable of doing anything without meowing to himself it's eerily quiet round here. 

Psychedelic maxi by Jeannie (Georgia May's Vintage Wardrobe), Handkerchief caftan (Made by me using a pattern from Tamera, details HERE), Tribal pendant (Edie Pop)

Whitechapel's on later, we've Rum & coke chilling and to top things off one of my friends has just called round with a bulging suitcase stuffed with 1970s clothes found in his Dad's loft, who says Wednesdays are dull?

See you soon.