The hot weather continues, and I know I shouldn't moan. I really shouldn't. But I want RAIN!!! I want a typical English summer. Sunny days and showers, alternating blue skies and dreary grey. I'm fair skinned and freckled and once - in my childish days - had bright ginger hair. It's toned down over the years, but I still retain the kind of colouring that's not suited to high temperatures. I go red and sweaty and come over all lethargic, I just want to lie on the couch like a swooning Edwardian lady, fanning myself and demanding a constant supply of cold drinks. Okay, I'll stop whingeing now. I just needed to vent. These photos are from my jaunt to the Scrapstore on Wednesday. It's located in Farsley in Leeds, which turns out to be a pretty place and I got the feeling it's a bit upmarket. The high street has several fancy boutiques selling women's clothes, but I couldn't spot a single charity shop....
Yorkshire's officially experiencing a drought, and I'm wilting from the heat. It's that muggy, sticky kind of hot weather, and I'm lethargic and headachy. So I've neglected the allotment for the last few days, just nipping down there to gather raspberries and the very last strawberries. Instead, I've been spending my time reading the latest Richard Osman book - lovin' it - and messing about with junk journals. These homemade books are my latest obsession. I really enjoy making them, especially using up all that food packaging or scrap paper that'd otherwise be headed straight for the recycling bin. Above is one of the journals I've been making and decorating, the cover being created from a tetra pack. (That mess is my dining table! I know, I know.) The other journal is much larger, and I reckon you can easily guess what the cover for this originally was. That logo must be one of the most recognisable on the planet! ...