Guess what? I bought another “frock for a fiver” from the Baklash bargain basement.

Whoops! I only went into town for some practical shopping.

I tried to stay away, really I did, but I had to walk right past the door to get to The Bead Shop, where I buy my jewellery-making bits and bobs.

So the situation was hopeless from the start really.

And yes, I also have to admit, somewhat shame-facedly, that it is made from those man-made fibres again…

But look! Look! It’s pretend patchwork! 

Once that fact has been fully absorbed, the question is how could I not buy it?!

Never mind the stain on the front. Or the few little pulled threads here and there. Or the fact that it could probably do with altering – and washing – before I can wear it.

These things are immaterial when you’re lost in pretend patchwork paradise. 🙂