That's right, I drove down, with mum, to the Roseland Peninsula and Portscatho, home of the lovely Home Spun fair.
The village is so pretty and we had great weather luckily.
The fair was lovely and I came away with some goodies and got to meet some bloggers and stall holders that I hadn't met before. I forgot to take pictures of the fair as I got too excited as usual when inside and didn't take out my camera. There are lovely pictures on Kirsty and Sal's blogs though.
These were my treasures from the day:
Pretty fabrics from the 1920's, 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!
Some sweet little children's wooden chairs
An adorable sewing box from Gertie
Some pretty fabric boxes
Some nostalgic ephemera
Pretty French embroidered cotton camisoles
(and just underneath you can see one of Kirsty's lovely lavender fish)
A beautiful silk 1940's tea dress
Some lovely vintage shoes (which are ridiculously high!)
We then took a stroll in to the village and visited Christine's delightful little shop 'The Sea Garden'.
Such a treasure trove and packed with all manner of goodies. It was also very packed full of people so after a quick look around I left with a pretty pin cushion jar made by the talented Gertie.
We had lunch in a pub sat outside in the glorious sunshine and thought 'this is the life'. I had the most delicious mackerel salad.
Sadly it went a bit downhill from there as by the time I had walked back up the hill to my car and to say goodbye to some of the stallholders I felt decidedly unwell. My head felt as though it was about to burst and my face was bright red and hot. I really needed to get home so after a couple of painkillers I drove home, some 2 hours, feeling very very poorly. Despite having all the windows open in the car my head felt like a furnace. I'm not quite sure what happened but I think that I may have had a reaction to my lunch. The effects were so sudden and I felt toxic for the rest of the day and most of the next day. Very strange!
Anyway, I am better now and busy preparing for the weekend. The tickets have arrived, the childcare is all taken care of and now all I have to do is decide which dresses I am taking.
Yes, Paul and I, (and NO kids), are off to Vintage at Goodwood. See you when I get back!