Friday at No.2

Halfway up our first flight of stairs is a long ledge which is great for piling with pretty stuff.

Behind my tiny red front door I have been busy painting furniture, making cards, and filling in application forms. Come lunchtime I was ready for a good cup of rose garden tea and a hot cross bun, followed by a few minutes to play with the camera. Ashbourne has two weekly markets; one on a Thursday and one on a Saturday - the Thursday market was recently threatened with closure so I've been making sure I visit the stalls on both days each week to show some love. Yesterday the market square was abuzz with shoppers and tourists alike, I wish I'd taken a few shots of some of the stands but before long I'd clapped eyes on a few lovely finds and was totally lost to hunter-gatherer mode. There's a lady who sells scarves each Thursday and her rails are bursting with textures, colours and sheer beauty - I had to share some adoring shots of the polkadot number I picked up for £3 - isn't she a looker? Watching her billowing in the breeze from my open bedroom window I started to wonder if it might be possible to make a pair or curtains out of pretty scarves, we'll see!

Literally waiting for paint to dry at the moment so I can give the little telephone table I'm making over another coat of chalky, white paint. Hopefully this time I'll manage to do so without painting a bug into the mix - poor thing was whitewashed before it knew what had hit it - death by shabby chic? Not a brilliant way to go really.