Oops - not sure how I managed to let a whole month lapse without writing this blog - sadly it is not because of the queues of desperate customers banging down our door...
But our shop is a little bit magical, because, somehow, it just keeps a trickle of money coming in and a few new faces discovering it with delight every few days. And that keeps us hopeful and happy.
And while we wait for the queues and stampedes, it is a lovely peaceful spot to spend time. We have a resident cat now - a small black and white chap called Kitty who lives with Minnie and Mervin, the Rasta family who live next door to the shop when we aren't there, but greets us every morning at the gate. We feed him now and I was pleased to feel his fat little belly this morning instead of the jutting hip bones he featured before.
Sadly, fat little bellies are a feature of this particular shop keeper too. The rush to get slender for summer seems to have rushed past me on the other side of the highway this time around and I am cruising in chubby neutral without a care. I am channeling chubby chic this summer. This means clothes with enough personality to stand on their own merits without a fabulous figure to rely on. (Well, this is my new theory anyway, and I'm sticking to it!)
Onward and upward to the rounded stylish woman!
(That's me wearing my Great Aunt Dorothy's lace blouse - see, it's beautiful enough to distract attention from whatever lies beneath it, I hope!
