It's just as well so many of our regular customers & fellow traders have become good friends, selling at fairs makes up a huge part of our social life. If we're not absolutely knackered or too late home to meet up with the gang down the pub when we do get a night off one of us seems to come down with something.
This week it was Jon's turn, struck down with the same hideous cold I caught a fortnight ago. He managed to work at Saturday's vintage fair and rallied for a car boot sale on Sunday morning , before collapsing on to the settee for the remainder of the long weekend so we had to miss Adrian's gig on Monday night.
Still, I'm a resourceful soul and don't need to be kept entertained. Nikki & Kurt, a lovely couple of regulars, gave me a pair of 1970s curtains when they called to visit us in Bridgnorth on Saturday, which I spent yesterday transforming into a culotte suit (using a vintage Maudella pattern from darling Curtise, I'd previously used HERE). Jon rose from his sick bed to make the Rouleau straps as they were driving me mental and my incessant swearing was having the same effect on him.
Just for fun I Googled How To Wear A Jumpsuit Over 40. (Seriously, if you get to our "advanced" age and don't know how to get dressed then there's really no hope, is there?) The experts (i.e. frumpy looking bloggers who dress like prospective Tory party candidates) suggested that to pull off (don't you hate that phrase?) a jumpsuit then one must keep the accessories to a minimum. This prompted me to pile on the heavy metal, paint my nails in Barry's M's Blueberry Ice Cream and top the lot off with an original 1970s felt hat picked up from Sunday's car boot for the princely sum of 10p.
They also advised us old biddies to stick to a jumpsuit in a neutral colour, avoid prints and chose a more fitted shape to elongate and flatter a small frame. If purple swirls and 22 inch flares make me look like an obese dwarf then so be it. Mind you, they'd doubtless be getting their ugly shapewear knickers in a twist about my waist length hair, bare arms and black eye liner, too.
Spring is definitely here, Jacob emerged bleary-eyed from his box this morning and after a warm bath he's strolling around his pen in the sunshine tucking into Little Gem lettuce and peeled cucumber.
I've had him since 1975 which makes him 40 this year. I wonder if he needs any style advice from the experts?
See you soon!