Les Marchés au Puces - { The Market of the Fleas }

The long wispy tendrils of winter are slowly starting to creep in. Mornings are just that little bit chillier, having slippers on all day doesn't seem quite so slovenly, and there's talk of flannelette sheets (we don't need them yet by any stretch of the imagination...but oh, we do like to talk about them lovingly). Our morning play outside now stretches closer to morning tea as the shade in the yard lingers longer. Only just a few short months ago we would be pushed back inside much earlier as the heat of the sun started to bite our skin. Thongs have now been replaced by little wee joggers....boots are in the cupboard all ready. A cardie is called for on most mornings.



Now if my poppet has to wait for her Mumma to finish the little Debbie Bliss cardigan she is likely to get hypothermia on winter mornings or alternatively, be toasty snug at her Year 12 formal! Yes, I am still plugging away but for me it is definitely not a quick craft. I'm thoroughly enjoying it but poor Bijou needs something tout de suite. A chance thrift-a-thon with my beloved Mum reaped perfect knitted cardigans for crisp mornings. I am particularly in love with the cream crocheted beauty. Not sure if this is because it is lovely or because it is crocheted...oh to be able to crochet...sigh!



Delicate glass buttons were also discovered....yes, I squealed!! Are you one of those mad souls that could play with buttons for hours? Sort them into sets, sort them into colours, run your fingers through the whole container....turn your head on its side as you carefully examine each one as if it were a rare artifact....smile. Yes, I thought you were.



Little blossoms and lambies...oh my!

For more treasure hunting please pop over to Sophie's delightful blog .

And to all those service men and women past and present who have showed great courage and sacrifice in order to keep this great land free we thank you. Lest we forget.