Returning home after a summer holiday brings mixed feelings. The cottage we were staying in near the Suffolk coast was absolutely beautiful. It even had its own gargoyle.
Whilst we were there there was sandcastling, fish and chip eating and even (gasp) real-life beach hut visiting. During the 24 hours before we reached home we all had that familiar flat feeling of a good time coming to an end.
Despite this, the sight of our (slightly wild and woolly) strip of front garden and the familiar pink walls of our little house was reassuring. As we stepped through the door the little ones rushed off to find toys that they'd left behind and I got my usual post-holiday urge to clean and rearrange.
It was rather more measured this year though and I realised it was truly lovely to be back amongst cherished objects.
Within hours the girls and I had filled three our favourite jars and jugs with flowers from the garden and reacquainted ourselves with Mrs Thriftyhousehold's much-loved quilts.
The arrival of a wonderful vintage hand-knitted cardigan from etsy in the last few days has added to the cosy joy of being back home.
Edited to add: A space has become available on my beginners' silver clay workshop this coming Saturday 1st September. It's very short notice but drop me a line on emma at minniedog dot co dot uk if you'd like to come along.
Edited to add: A space has become available on my beginners' silver clay workshop this coming Saturday 1st September. It's very short notice but drop me a line on emma at minniedog dot co dot uk if you'd like to come along.
