Cats In Space

What's this, a non-festival related post in the middle of August? That'll be because we don't need to be at our next destination until tomorrow morning (leaving home at the ungodly hour of 4am).

The stock's packed and Gilbert's had a wash....we're ready for action!

Although the early start isn't much fun, we've had a whole four days at home, plenty of time to unpack from Lakefest, repack, shop for stock, launder and price it all and, something I haven't done in an absolute age, make something!

 This skirt was a duvet cover and pillow case when I got my paws on it yesterday. It originally sold in Asda (or Walmart to my non-Brit friends) but I found it in a charity shop for a quid. as I've mentioned before, I'm a fussy sod when it comes to bedding, the quality of this poly-cotton set isn't great and the print is only on one side (how cheap is that?) I wouldn't want it on my bed but as a fun skirt? Hell, yes!

To make the skirt I used my trusty vintage 1972 Style pattern 4148. At this time of year my head is so full of what I need to do for the next festival that I find it nigh-on impossible to switch off, spending a couple of hours cutting fabric and sewing it together is better than meditating. The sequinned boob tube I'm wearing was lurking in the 50p underwear basket - always a source of riches!

Talking of cats, here's the lads, happy to hang around with us in the garden when we got back from Lakefest last Monday.

Stephen Squirrel is the boss, he's 13 and as mad now as when we were given him at two months old.  He dashes about like a horse, trips up over his own feet and never stops talking. He bullies any cat that dares venture into the garden except for Frank who he keeps in line with the odd slap across the arse. He looks remarkably like Sheila's boy, Vizzini.

We discovered Frank the Tank living in a box in the garden a couple of summers ago, he was terrified of everything. The day after we lost our beautiful Polly Piglet he moved in and never left. At first he didn't know how to climb stairs, purr or play - he was litter trained but neither neutered or chipped. The vet reckons he's about four years old. He rarely leaves Jon's side and considering the size of him, has the most pitiful babyish meow. His favourite toy is a cat nip banana.

Right, enough of the social stuff, I've got to sort out my outfits for the weekend. The forecast looks quite promising so keep your fingers crossed, we haven't had a great track record for weather lately!

See you soon!