
Once again this past weekend it was my favourite part of the month, charity sale saturday! This time I picked up a prim and proper teadress and a flouncy petticoat, all for the princely sum of practically nothing. Marvellous. I love this sale. Because it’s now summer, they’ve opened up the gardening stall which is always one of the best bits as it has to be one of the prettiest market stalls there ever was, in a tumbled down old brick potting shed, all overgrown with climbing plants and as rustically perfect as can be. It even smells how I want it to. Unfortunately the weather wasn’t that pretty, but it didn’t deter the shoppers.
But the weather *IS* deterring my girls…

They don’t really like the rain. Poor Cecily spent most of the weekend peering out of the window at the outside world. She especially isn’t allowed to go out in the damp, not with her weak chest, I dread to think…. So far this summer she seems to have been ok- I’ve kept her in a thermal vest throughout and it’s done a stirling job.
They were also a bit bored as what with all my business of late, I haven’t spent an awful lot of time entertaining them. I’m awful. But THE OFFICIAL PACKING HAS BEGUN!! This weekend I purchased two giant vacuum trunks (rather clever things, I must remember to tell you more about them) into which many of my soft, compressible worldly possessions are being compacted. This includes my precious yarn stash, and my precious fabric store (EEEPS!) but I’m making sure to leave out a couple of projects that will see me through to the end of the year when the ship will finally sail into port and I can get it all back. I even got special packing supplies for all the girls’ clothes and I suppose I could have kept them busy by getting them to pack their things too, but I’m waiting for all our visas to come through before I break the big news (to be on the safe side).
On the subject of girls… my poor orange haired Duna Moof still has no name and it’s been weeks now. Some girls are far more difficult than others, and she’s one of them. I shall have to think of one soon though, especially as I have to get her passport sorted out. Any ideas?

I’ve thought of a couple of names for her, but none of them seem to stick. My poor sweet girl, she has to have a name soon… Natalie or Phoebe, perhaps? What do you think?