First off, I treated myself to a whopper of a sign for the kitchen to celebrate my first year of being self-employed.
We've had an empty wall above the kitchen worktop and for the past couple of years I've set my sights on finding an appropriate enamel sign, but within budget - some of those advertising signs can go for hundreds of pounds!
A few weeks ago we visited a reclamation yard as Husband wanted to source some iron guttering down-pipes for the summerhouse project (that's another future blog post!). This sign caught my eye immediately and though not enamel, I thought it was a great sign-writing example and loved how worn it was. It was a perfect fit for the empty wall space too. After a bit of friendly haggling it was mine and it cost far less than a vintage enamel sign of the equivalent size.
I thought it looked as if it dated from the 1950s and a bit of online research confirmed this, as Campden Dairies Ltd. was established in 1954, but is no longer trading.
An earlier online buy was a far smaller enamel sign, but one that I thought was quite apt as a Morris Minor owner...
...but things are not as they seem - its actually an advertisement for DeReszke 'Minor' cigarettes! This one has joined the rest of the collection on the back wall.
Work's been keeping me occupied too. I've been out and about in some lovely locations...
...and had some grunty though gorgeous company whilst surveying for bats (pig poo + flies = happy bat feeding):
I love pigs.
Last week I started on this year's first batch of jam - blackberry with berries picked from the orchard. Once the apples are ready I plan to make some chutney as I've only one one jar left from last year.
We've been out and about too and visited the South Cerney Steam Rally with fellow conspirator in knitting and heavy metal: Gilly B and her kids. One of the things I love about the rally is the rides, especially the dodgems. Monkeychild thoroughly enjoyed being 'driven' by Gilly's son H and crashing (on purpose!) into the other kids' dodgem cars.
One event that Monkeychild didn't accompany us to was to see The Damned at Gloucester Guildhall. Husband and I had a brilliant time and the band were on top form both musically and with the banter. I just love those gigs where you can laugh with the band and dance to some bloody amazing tunes.
I'll finish with a classic that gave the Guildhall's floor a good pounding: