Hello, and have you been having a good day today? Well, if you haven't, (or you have), grab something to drink, like Vino. A glass of Vino, (or wine, as I normally call it), would be just the ticket to accompany tonight's post on fabricy indulgence, especially Flamenco fabricy indulgence. I'm going all out on showing you Flamenco dresses, followed by a bit of wow! in pics of an amazing fabric shop my Mum took me to see. That was when we were on holiday in Spain recently, I forgot to mention, today is Spanish holiday snaps day, (well, some of the snaps).
So! You got your tipple? Your Vino Tinto (red wine) or Vino Blanco (white wine), your Cerveza (beer), or your Clara (Shandy). Or even just your Gin and Tonic?
You want to know what I'm drinking? Well, for me it's a lovely chilled glass of Vino Blanco. (Except my wine is from New Zealand, so that'll be a glass of white wine then).You ready to OLE! then? Yes? Yipee!
The day after we arrived in Spain, my Mum and Dad casually dropped the words "there's a flea market going on, and it's quite big", into the conversation. In these sort of situations, I do that dominating woman thing, and ignoring any preferences my husband might have, eagerly said that would be very nice and let's get going.
(Gosh there's more wine in my glass than I meant to pour).
When we arrived, it was soon apparent that there were a lot of stalls selling new goods, not just flea market stuff. And most of the stalls selling new things, also had rails of Flamenco dresses hanging up. I have never seen so many Flamenco dresses for sale in one smallish area. I should call it "Flamenco dress heaven".
Run that word round in your head like you might swirl wine round in a wine glass. There is something about that word that makes me want to twirl, swirl and dance around the room (and I've only had a few sips of my wine, just incase you were wondering). It's such a dancing word don't you think?!
You're probably not meant to drink alcohol if you have a stinking cold, are you? Funny thing is, I'm not on any medication for my cold, just orange juice.
At this rate, we'll not reach the fabric shop, because I'll be busy dancing on the tables. Well, maybe the kitchen table. Well, maybe not, the dogs wouldn't approve, and Hugo's out rehearsing for a play he's in.
That'll be "not" then.
Why oh why did I not buy a pair of spotty Flamenco shoes? Whhhhyyyyy!!!! Strangely, it didn't cross my mind at the time I was taking these photographs, and it was only when I was looking at these photos today that I was struck with the thunderbolt of asking myself that question. It was probably the heels. I just don't feel comfortable in heels. I may be small in stature at 5 ft 2", but I've never felt the need to increase my size with heels. I just don't FEEL small. Weirdly, I feel quite averagely tall at my natural unheeled height, but when I put heels on, I feel like a towering giant of a woman, it's the most bizarre sensation, feeling tall. And I actually prefer my small height. My normal, perfectly tall height.
Still, they're great spotty shoes aren't they?!
I wonder if there's a reason for the spots?
I know, it's all very gaudy isn't it?! But I like a bit of gaudiness sometimes, (if not quite a lot of the time), it's cheering, that's the way I see it, a bit of cheer here and there isn't a bad thing.
My glass of wine is empty. Should I go and pour myself a little bit more? Maybe I shouldn't.
Now what I found interesting was the fact that some of the stalls were selling second hand Flamenco dresses. Just seems strange that there should be second hand dresses. I mean, I would have thought people would hold on to their Flamenco dresses forever. Obviously not.
Now I have an admission to make. After half a glass of the old Vino Blanco, sorry, I mean white wine, I'm feeling like I've had too much to drink! So whilst I started out this post with a clear path, now I feel slightly fuzzy. Of course it might be the cold I'm doing my best to banish from my system. I don't normally droop after half a glass of wine.
I'm afraid I'm not going to make it to the fabric shop, ever so sorry about that, it will have to wait till tomorrow.
Just before I go.
Hook and Scumble is having a very attractive crochet giveaway to celebrate her 100th post, (I'm coveting that Ladybird book with it's fab cover). To enter, you are asked to answer one simple question, (I love this question, it's such fun), "what is the first thing you'd crochet if you were stranded on a desert island?" I thought this was the most wonderful question, and couldn't help getting totally carried away with my answer. I decided to "go for it" when answering, with an outrageous flight of fancy.
What would I crochet?
A house, (thinking it might be a long stint). It would have a kitchen, bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, a porch to sit on and admire the views, and when someone came to rescue me, I'd probably say, thank you so much for your trouble, but I think I'll stay in my new crochet home, which by then would be full of crochet blankets. Oh, and instead of yarn, it would be mostly reeds and palm fronds. Maybe I'd eventually have cotton fields and sheep (by magic), so I'd eventually be spinning my yarn. I think I'd have to call my home the Magic Crochet House.
So do you have any ideas for what you'd crochet?! You do? Great! Go to this link and join in the fun!
Well me hearties, (that's a good one, I'm always looking for new ways to address you my dear readers!), I'm going to shuffle off now, it's nine o'clock in the evening, and time for me to say good night. Cheerio, and see you tomorrow. Love Vanessa xxx