Smoke gets in your eyes

When the week begins with your computer landing in hospital with a nasty virus and your iron billowing toxic smoke all over the sewing room, you know you're in for a bumpy ride.  As I rapidly unplugged the iron and rushed it outdoors, I passed under the smoke detector which always screams unmercifully when our toast turns a lighter shade of pale, and there wasn't a peep out of it.  Obviously it's set for Toast Smoke and not Toxic Smoke from Irons.

It was less than two years old, but somehow the warranty vanished in smoke along with the iron.  It had to be replaced - not for ironing clothes (I have become very fond of the mountain of un-ironed clothing waiting expectantly in the laundry), but for the children's clothing under construction for the BrisStyle Indie Mother and Child Market next weekend.  I remember when appliances were built to last forever - well for three years at least.  The new shiny model is now preening itself on my ironing board, full of steam and promises to outlive its two year warranty, which is carefully stored away, just in case.

As the theme for the BrisStyle market is pink, I've made these little dresses in keeping with the colour scheme.

On Thursday evening four of our grandchildren tumbled in with their parents for an evening of fun, games and food.  The girls were in a pink mood ...

... a colour not loved by their big brother.  Miss J (top right) wore her latest Fairy dress and, Tinkerbell like, dusted the entire house with sparkly microbes.  We can now navigate our way from the family room to our bedroom with the lights out.

If you are fond of fairy dust (and who isn't?), then come along to St Augustine's Church Hall and grounds next Saturday, 9 October, between 9.00am and 2.00pm and meet our very own BrisStyle Fairy. There will be gorgeous goodies for mothers and children, face painting, balloons, food, competitions and music.  And of course, there will be my very own world famous Hot Fudge Choc Fudge given away with every Hot Fudge sale (one bag per customer).  I'll be in the hall, so do stop by and say hello.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, my pigeon friend is still here, still battering himself against my window all day.  Looks as though he has decided to add some puff for protection, or maybe he's holding his breath until the toxic smoke clears.