France impending

Only two days til we go to France.  Mr Smith is compiling a list of essential items to take with him and I note that Mrs Smith is not on it.  However, he has added things like tea-bags and porridge.  Good grief he'll be trying to work out how to get the Daily Telegraph delivered next.  I see he has packed dishwasher pellets and washing powder.  Oh no, that means there will be a washing machine in our rented accom.  Oh he will be so happy - laundry king.

My essential packing list is more along the lines of a good book, a sundress for if it's hot and a jersey for if it isn't.  I will also take the Bayeux tapestry as it feels quite fitting for it to be finished in France.

The lavender bags are coming on a treat.  Well, actually they are hideously labour intensive but they look quite shoppy and I'm really pleased with the story so far.  I had a nasty moment when I bought the ribbon as I got the spool stuck on my thumb in the shop.  I pulled and pulled to get it off but found it was well and truly stuck.  I resigned myself to wearing it for the rest of my life and tried to pay for it in situ with an embarrassed little laugh and "I think I'll wear it now if that's OK."   It made my thumb very sore but at least I shifted the damned thing with brute force and some pain; one has to suffer for ones art.  I showed Mr Smith the injury on my thumb but he looked marginally less interested than he was by the lavender bags.