As it's the day of lurve, we'll be waiting on Jack Valentine. Sometime today he'll be knocking on the door, leaving a bag of goodies for the Bun's and running off before anyone sees him. A very good Norfolk tradtion this one, but getting harder to get away with as the Buns get older and wiser.
On Sunday I was at Little Vintage Lover fair for some early Valentine's trading. I had a great day catching up with friends and chatting to new and interesting folk. My favourite customer of the day has to be an elderly lady who swooned with delight when she saw a pale blue glass jug I was selling. As a child her gran used to send her to collect the milk from the milkman in the same jug. She'd been looking for one the same for years and was beside herself with joy once her search was over. Selling found objects to people who will love them makes complete sense to me.
Inbetween chatting and all the hard work selling I sampled the cupcakes and made my lips sparkle with glitter.
I also did a wee bit of shopping, only two temptations. One of Tracy's beautiful vintage felt brooches had to come home with me.
This splash of sunshine fabric also leapt in my bag and insisted on coming home with me. I knew that it had to be mine as it was love at first sight.
It certainly wasn't love at first sight with Mr Bun and I, it was laughter. Once we found out we both had a naughty and devilish sense of humour we got up to all sorts of mischief together - the mischief keeps us sane still.
What are you a little devil or a cheeky cherub?