Bunting Anonymous.....

This week I've been sorting through my box of fabrics and part-made bunting, and finishing off.  The newest bunting will be listed in my FB shop over the weekend, so to celebrate, this morning I've been making more bunting for my workroom, which already has strings on two of the four walls.  

Having moved the furniture around a few weeks ago, the unadorned walls are now more accessible, and look a little bare.  I still have some of the lovely fabric I used for my chair cushions, so I've used it to make two strings of bunting for the bare walls.

I had to call PP though to hold one end to check the length and she is of the opinion that too much bunting is a thing.

*speechless!*

I immediately rebutted this blatantly untrue and quite frankly, seditious assertion but she was adamant.

Now, I'm not saying she's right, but perhaps she has a point with regard to my borderline obsession with bunting.  I credit it with all manner of benefits, from cheerful home decor, to an aid for improving mental health.  Whenever I watch TV,  if I see bunting in ANY setting I can't resist squealing a little bit,  pointing and saying...."Oh look!!!!  Bunting!" in a style usually reserved for catching sight of a cute animal.

I can't help it.

I just love bunting. 

Perhaps there's a medical term for it.  Other than buntingphile.  

Perhaps it's a boney fido medical condition, the primary symptom of which is excessive adoration of bunting.  Although I probably have the more severe, chronic condition in which sufferers also exhibit an overwhelming urge to actually MAKE bunting.

I suspect it's incurable, but perhaps I could mitigate the effects by accepting therapy... such as attending a group meeting of Bunting Anonymous.

"Hello.  My name is Sandra and I am addicted to bunting."

They probably hold meetings in a village hall.  Perhaps in a village setting.  Lots of pretty, little cottages with roses round the door. 

Perfect location for lots of bunting really.   I suspect I am a hopeless case......

*sigh*

Rising from the ashes.....

I had cataract surgery last week, so while my vision is stabilising and I'm slowly adjusting to a new interim normal, I'm unable to do anything miniature.  Which seemed like the perfect opportunity to revisit my bunting box and re-assess things.

I closed my Folksy shop a while back, and since then my completed bunting has been languishing, forlorn and forgotten.  So this week, I've been sorting through it, and listing it in a new shop on my Bunting & Bows Facebook page.  It's all been reduced to clear.... by up to 50% so do pop along and take a look.

In my bunting box, I also found loads of fabrics which I'd already cut out, ready to make up, before the pandemic struck last year.  So while I'm unable to do any miniaturing, I've set up the sewing machine and yesterday the workroom was filled with the soothing sound of the chukachukachuka of the needle passing though cloth as I carefully began to line the flags.  I'd forgotten just how cathartic and soothing the whole process is.

So perhaps I was a tad hasty in declaring the closure of Bunting & Bows.  I may keep it going as a form of therapy.... balm for a troubled soul.  

In any case, I may as well crack on with my stash of unfinished bunting, all of which feature lovely fabrics in a variety of gorgeous colours and prints.

Here's a sneak preview of some I made earlier for various location in our house.  I like to change them around, depending on the season.... it's so much easier to change the bunting than to redecorate a room!  

A string of ditsy floral bunting in our newly redecorated kitchen,
 echoes the vivid hot pink of the window blind. 
And yes, that's outdoor bunting in the garden too! 

New nautical bunting festoons in the porch gives a
quirky welcome to visitors.

1930s style lady swimmers in our lounge

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Vibrant florals match handmade cushions in the workroom.

There is simply not a single space in the house which can't be cheered by a string of bunting.