But that’s mainly because I’ve been busy making things to sell, all fitted in around walking and generally sorting out our demanding and exercise-hungry hound, and I just haven’t had the time or inclination to do much in the way of blogging.
But I do have a bit of news to share.
I’m doing a spot of city centre selling – because I’ve got a new stockist!
Handmade Nottingham is a lovely little emporium selling stuff by the best of Nottingham’s designer-makers.
And it’s right, slap-bang in the city centre.
The shop is right next door to the Malt Cross, Nottingham’s historic Music Hall. This picture is actually a bit out of date because they’ve just finished a lovely new refit.
And nestling next to the fresh paintwork and new fittings, amongst other treasures, you will now be able to buy my fairy mice…
And my itty bitty kitties…
And a few dolls too.
I’ll be dropping off some Christmas angels and other bits, just as soon as I get chance to make a few more.
In the meantime, if you get the chance, do pop in and have a look around.
You can find Handmade Nottingham at 16 St James’s Street, Nottingham NG1 6FG. The shop is open Tuesday to Saturday from 11am to 6pm, and Sundays from 11am – 4pm.
It’s a big thrill to be city centre selling at last. ♥
Inviting a dog into your life necessitates trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to understand this mystery – to some extent, at least.
Last weekend we invited Lupin, a crossbreed rescue dog who was born on the streets of Romania, into our lives, and my week has been mostly taken up with dog psychology.
I had expected my time to be filled by walking, training and cleaning up after our new housemate, but I had not anticipated this constant puzzling out of motive, avid reading up on pack behaviour and necessary modification of my own demeanour to become pack leader.
It is both fascinating and wonderful.
Some things I have learned this week…
… there is something mind-blowingly amazing about sharing your life and your space with a living, thinking, feeling member of another species.
… such an arrangement demands a willingness to adapt – by both sides.
… a distressed dog, cooped up in an unfamiliar car with strangers, can produce a remarkable quantity of drool within the duration of a short journey.
… looking after a young dog is not unlike parenting a small, boisterous child. You have to mean what you say and give exuberant and exaggerated praise for good behaviour. You also must demonstrate the patience of a saint – including whilst sleep-deprived.
… rainwater from a bucket in the garden is the nectar of the gods, whilst clean water in a dog bowl is an entirely unappealing substance.
… just because a dog can learn things, doesn’t mean it will.
… if humans shed as many hairs per day as dogs we would all be bald within a week.
… cheap plastic dog toys are about as durable in use as wet tissue paper.
… a happy dog is a tired dog. And a tired dog makes for a happy owner.
… people who post endless photos of their dogs on social media are not unimaginative, they probably just don’t have time for taking pictures of anything much else.
I am happy to say that despite a lack of sleep due to early mornings and Lupin’s distress at bedtimes, we are all doing well in our process of adjustment. She has already mastered coming to our call, not freaking out in the car and not peeing or pooping in the house. These are considerable achievements.
And last night she took only fifteen minutes to settle at night, without any of her previous escape attempts or destruction.
All of this hasn’t left time for much else, so apologies to those who may have messaged, or whom I have neglected on social media this week. I expect things to settle down soon.
Needless to say, lad, having wanted a dog since he was but a pup himself, is overjoyed.
We are all, pretty much, in a state of new-found love.
Including, I think I can say from my observations, Lupin. ♥