Boots, Clogs & Pelican Feet

I saw a patch of blue sky this morning as I lay in bed with my cup of tea (Mr Ragged Roses is on holiday, oh the joys of the first cup of tea of the day in bed!). I watched the blue disappear behind the clouds and traced its course across the sky. After endless days of grey and dreary skies this little blue patch was as rare a spotting as a flying pig. What fun it would be to be able to relax into summer knowing that you could wake up every morning to be greeted by the sun. The greyness that passes for summer here literally colours everything. Aha, as I write the blue patch has filled the sky and my thoughts are filled with ways to enjoy the day.



On Saturday (just like Friday, Thursday and Wednesday) it poured and poured. We spent the day recklessly sorting and sifting through our belongings for a car boot on Sunday. I spent Saturday night awake listening to the gale force winds outside the window and dreading the morning. Well the blue patch returned and we scuttled up to the car boot with a car full of booty. Not the best way to spend a sunny morning but a good way to swell the coffers! It would have been a tad more profitable if Big Sister and I hadn't gone a roaming and rummaging amongst the other stalls with the profits in our pockets!



I found this lovely First Aid kit to sit in the bathroom, perhaps I should trap some of the sunshine inside it and open it just a little on those very grey days.



I don't know if the lack of sun had finally got to me but one of my favourite finds was a clog! Yes, that's right just the one clog, tatty, garrishly painted with peeling varnish. The stallholder gave it to me for nothing. As soon as I saw it it was love. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it (apart from hiding it from Mr Ragged Roses who was seriously questioning the sense of letting me loose with all our hard won earnings).



I painted it a very soft pearly grey, added some pale, pale blue detail and have spent a couple of days walking around the house, clog in hand. It will end its days as a doorstop, but has spent time in the bathroom, bedroom and dining room.



It blends so beautifully with the wooden floorboards that it will only be a matter of time before somebody stubs their toe on it and I shall have to have a serious rethink.



Which leads me to Pelican Feet, this might be what our feet will look like after the said stubbing, but is the name of some seashells that I discovered in my other little treasure. - this King Penguin book of British Shells. I love these books, they are so beautifully illustrated. This one now sits proudly on my bookshelf, with its jacket on show, but it might not be long before it joins the First Aid box as a doorstop and a clog cunningly steals its place on display.