


Today it's expected to be 33 degrees. While I thought we were in the gentle lulls of Spring, frolicking through the garden, picking flowers, smelling the wisteria, and crafting with the feel of grass underfoot, I've since learnt, today it's not to be. I'm battoning down the hatches. It's a stinker already and it's not even 10am. I've got the washing on the line, the ducks are watered, I've done my outdoor jobs for the day and I'm indoors until the evening. Except for a mad dash to check whether the postman has been.
So here's day three of sharing my favourites from my fabric stash (which is being posted by Mikes). For the past two days I've been going into some kind of pinkie paradiso, but today, you get a reprieve. I've tried to avoid pink altogether (though it's not possible, is it?).