What a weekend! We watched The Wedding, of course, and loved every minute. That Kate is going to be a real asset to the Royal Family. My feelings about some of the guests are perfectly summed-up by Hannah Betts' hilariously scathing article in the Telegraph - http://fashion.telegraph.co.uk/Article/TMG8484892/121/Royal-wedding-the-best-of-styles-the-worst-of-styles.html.
But the highlight of the weekend for me was, of course, the chance to meet Lesley and Cathy, who were in Stroud for the International Textiles Fair and taking part in a workshop. Richard and I drove through the beautiful sun-drenched Cotswold countryside to join them for a cuppa. We stopped on the way at Painswick, the quintessential Cotswold village, golden stone, delectable architecture and fascinating history. We had lunch in the courtyard of a tiny pub - Richard had a pint of
Fairy Liquid this award-winning local beer -
apparently the hop leaves are left in to add colour.
Lesley suggested that we call in at the Gloucester Guild of Craftsmen Gallery while we were there and we found a room full of wonderful things. Silver jewellery, ceramics, woven textiles, prints and the most exquisite felted items. Purchases, needless to say, were made.
beautiful block-printed textile sketchbook by Sophia Blackwell
Meeting Cathy and Lesley for tea was a real tonic - although they had already been laughing together all day in their workshop, they certainly had some giggling left in them to share with us. Lesley's inspired conspiracy to help me persuade Richard that I should use an electric sander for my felting was so subtly introduced that even I didn't twig what was going on for a minute! And, if you are a dachshund owner, please contact me for a reference before asking Cathy to dog-sit....
Postman's Knock, round 3, brought me this magnificent 3-D pop-up card from Jane - full of my favourite Manhattan icons, even some bagels and a ticket for a Broadway show!
I made a 'Windows' card for Jill to add to her collection.
My next card was due to be from Lesley, who decided to give it to me on Saturday when we met. She had sensibly taped it securely into a box, so that I couldn't poke it and prod it to get any clues, and suggested, quite forcibly, that I shouldn't open it until the appointed date, a fortnight hence. All I can say is, I've lasted this far ....
OK then, off to the physiotherapist for more pummelling for my poor old back!