Dress: Laura Ashley; jacket: H&M; shoes: M&S;
hat: Accessorize via charity shop
The outfit above is what I wore on Saturday. We had a relaxed afternoon pootling about Knowle, visiting the butchers, grocer’s and deli and rounding the trip off with an hour whiled away in the Oxfam bookshop – definitely my favourite way to spend a free weekend!
On Sunday, however, I was up bright and early for the Blighty Boutique Vintage & Handmade fair. I had a combination of both handmade and vintage items to sell – as the name suggested – and passed a brilliant day in chatting to customers and encouraging crafty folks to join up to sew make believe… I even met a mini Dapper in his flat cap and tweed, whose Mum explained he came in every night from school and changed into his suit and hat – clearly stuck in the wrong century!
I had genuinely forgotten how much I enjoyed craft fairs! And I sold out of Toesles – even had folks taking my card so that they could contact me to make orders! There’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching a child clutch a toy you’ve made to their chest, a massive smile emblazoned across a face that moments earlier was desperately pleading…
The event reminded me of just how much I used to craft, and just how many fairs I used to attend. There was a time that barely a weekend passed without me selling my wares in some church or village hall, at a school fete or out of a chilled field tent. I turned out into the frozen north east at 6am Sunday after Sunday, suitcases in hand, sometimes even dressed in Victorian or Medieval garb, to stand behind a stall selling the fairies I’d stayed up late into the night to make. Because there’s nothing to beat that buzz of vending your own creations to an eager public. As someone who loves working in customer-facing roles, the added bonus of making a few extra pennies from your hobby just cannot be beaten!
So, I hope this will be the start of a renewed interest in local craft fairs. I might even pick up my Etsy store again in the new year… And the fairy stash might be brought out of its early retirement in Ben’s walk-in wardrobe at home… The leads are there to be followed!
It also reminded me of a moment of kindness I experienced two years ago now, at the hands of a group of truly amazing women, who I still feel honoured to call my friends. I shed a tear reading back over this post, and wanted to share, once again, how wonderful they are with the world: You sneaks!