I’ve been making Postcards from scraps of vintage lace and buttons. I felt like a child, with my fingers all gluey & paper all over my desk. But there’s no adult here to tell me to clear it up. Just Mr D, who comes past and looks every now and again. He doesn't say anything. Just looks at me. Then my desk. And moves on.
Well lets face it.
He knew the risks when he married me.
I also at last finished my lists for The Happy Mail Project, which is organised by the lovely Gracie.
I did it in picture form . It took longer though as I couldn’t help reading all the magazines again that I was searching for pictures from.
Talking (typing) of magazines….for all you Vintage fans….I came across this..
A magazine for us Not available in many shops…so I ordered a few copies on line.
Pretty Pictures. I haven’t read them all yet. I am collecting magazines at the moment for my 10day Gypsy trip this month. I cant wait.
Is there any other Vintage Magazines out there I don’t know about?
So. The day is stretching before me. I have the day off. (Before you judge about me having another day off….I do a sleepover job on a Wed night for a disabled lady which believe me is not like sleeping at home, so Thurs I’m always working at half speed)
I have so much to do.
And here I sit. I blame you. Bad influence.