…lots of little feet 🙂
I finished this order a couple of weeks ago but I haven’t stopped since! Not much time for writing although last night as I knitted, purled and passed the slip stitch over, I had an idea for a short story. I hope the photo inspires you, too 🙂
When people see me knitting booties they often assume there’s a new grandchild on the way and when I was younger they thought I was adding to my brood.
It’s amazing how often readers think the fiction stories or poems we write are true. A few years ago I won a prize in a writing competition about an elderly father having to give up driving. So many people sympathised about how hard it must have been for us but my Dad is still an excellent, competent driver (although, like most of us, he hates traffic!) and I’m sure he will still be heading off on holidays for many years to come 🙂 The poem was inspired by an elderly driver I followed home one morning, travelling at about half the recommended speed limit.
But . . . incorrect assumptions, mis-read signs etc do make for great stories with a twist ending!
Alas . . . yesterday wasn’t the day I made my fortune but although it was a bit too hot, we had a fun day at the Redesdale Bush Market.
We first had a stall at the annual market about eighteen months ago when it was held in spring. It was so windy (and cold) we spent most of the day picking our things up time and time again after they blew off the tables but the market had a great atmosphere, a really lovely lady organising it and Redesdale isn’t far from Heathcote so we looked forward to going again. The date was changed to the Labour Day weekend, hoping for better weather but last year I was in Queensland for Nathaniel’s wedding.
I didn’t manage to finish a second large quilt but I did have a pile of cute doll’s quilts and a shabby-chic, recycled denim one, copies of Positive Words, plenty of plants and lots of booties. My friends and family rarely see me without a pair of knitting needles close by and I expect my epitaph will read something like just wait ‘til I finish the row! I started going to markets more than thirty years ago and made many friends among the stallholders and customers at my old home. It was a big help when I found myself raising my four kids alone (and after they grew up it helped to raise the funds for the first copies of Positive Words!) but I haven’t had stalls at many markets since meeting Rod and moving to Heathcote although we’ve browsed around quite a few.
No new subscribers for PW L but, as always, we met some nice people (including a lady with a one-eyed Dachshund) and sold a few plants (the ones that survived the heat and rabbits of recent weeks!), booties and odds and ends. Retirement is a little way off yet but at least I still have plenty of stock left for my next venture 🙂
And . . . if anyone would like some booties (pastels, brights, football colours etc) . . .send me a book of stamps ($6) and I’ll post you two pairs 🙂