Saturday was the day we'd dreamed about and worked hard to make happen; Emma's cunning plan was about to become reality – but would it work? would people turn up and buy things?
I was very grateful that was offered a bed in the Made & Found house, for Friday night; so after supper I packed everything in the tardis and drove down to North London. Although it had been a long day, I set to and arranged my wares at one the end of the kitchen . . .
the brick fireplace was perfect for showing my Christmas cards
and the cards and unframed prints fitted onto a round table.
Saturday early morning was a flurry of activity, Val arrived with her woven willow and set up her stall in the conservatory.
Emma arranged a beautiful cabinet of her silver jewellery, made with precious gems and vintage treasures, in an antique cabinet in the hallway.
Also in the hall was Debbie's shimmering display of hand-dyed yarns.
There was more (but I somehow didn't take photos of them!)
Karen, Lilli and Claire were in the sitting room; Tracy was in her own sewing room; and next to me in the kitchen was Linda.
Also in the kitchen was this delicious array of food baked by Miss Georgina Worthington . . . and yes it was as scrummy as it looks!
Can you spot someone wearing golden shoes?
I wonder who it is?
As the day progressed Twitter friends appeared and introduced themselves . . . some had driven a very long way to be there! In the cosy snug, impromptu crochet tutorials happened between complete strangers and Val taught people how to make stars . . . this is mine :-)
As the light faded outside the visitors drifted away and we had time to chat with each other and swap information and ideas; bartering and swapping took place too!
I came home with a woven willow tree, the softest most luxurious silk and camel yarn and a beautiful eggcup/vase/cup - all even more special because I know exactly who made them.
Thank you to everyone who came along - it wouldn't have been a success without you!
Maybe the Made & Found house will pop up somewhere else in the spring?
Now I have boxes to unpack and new work to plan . . . and our own Christmas to think about!