The Sock bought herself a new hattiewat for the winter season at the Origins Craft Fair at Somerset House a week or so ago (photo courtesy Ms. B) Isn't it marvellous?
The Sock thought she had better post as she knew you would all be worried at the lack of blogging. Bedsockflu (this is like a very mild dose of man flu and not the swine flu but still requires a lot of sympathy and ooohing and ahhing which quite frankly the Sock is not terribly good at) squitty kitty angst and the probability that she is about to succumb to a cold herself has taken up a lot of the Sock's time and energy.
Rather more life affirming was a visit to Ms. B's home where the Sock was given delicious home-made cakes prior to burning the calories off by scaling the tree-top walk at Kew.
These were much better than the cupcakes the Sock bought the previous weekend which were a bit heavy on the buttercream and also contained a rather sharp bit of plastic.
Thingy still doesn't have a name after 3 weeks and the Sock can't resume normal blog service until he gets one.