Aren't Mondays rubbish?
Just as you get into the swing of the weekend they sneak up, tap you on the shoulder, throw you out of bed and back into the office for another 5 day slog. Nooooo!
Truth is I was extra put out today as I have new toys to play with and, like the child I am, resented the thought of being separated from them for 9 hours.
Saturday was the first time that I FINALLY got to go to KDF, (that's mini-freak-speak for Kensington Dolls House festival don't you know)after years of missing it due to lack of funds or in-flexible retail shifts I hopped on a train to London town to meet a surprisingly willing mum and sister.
Arriving at Kensington town hall I was like an over excited 5 year old on xmas eve, mum was showing a genuine interest, my sister was mortified.
In we went, it was AMAAZING! We started at the bottom and worked our way up doing a sort of relay of each floor.
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| A highly unflattering shot of me, gawping at a huuuge dollshouse. |
Some of the most memorable highlights were kits to make your mini chimney smoke, state of the art washing machines- with sound effects for wash and spin cycles (there's a very distinct difference) copulating cats and some gorgeous teeny-tiny french teddy bears. One was clutching a little balloon and wearing a sweet little skirt, the whole thing no bigger than the top of my index finger. Alas, as is usually the case with these things this minute, little beauty was going to cost more than my food and travel for the rest of the month, I backed away from the table fearful that in a moment of weakness the visa card would indeed be handed over to the friendly french woman running the stall. Mon dieu!
I had set aside a modest little budget for the trip and proceeded to shock the socks off even myself by not spending up. In fact not spending half of it.
It was clear by my second lap of the venue that something was not quite right.
Despite being confronted with row after row of must-have-minis I was stumped.
Seems that after years of conditioning myself to spend as little as possible on my (lets face it, highly self indulgent) hobby while at Uni I was now incapable of being frivolous, by my former standards any how.
I put it down to the fact that I'm in the process of moving real house, gutting my smallest house, giving away the never really started house and not quite sure where to go with my biggest house.
Paralysed by my own indecision, I eventually pulled together a few bits and pieces.
Including a cute little pot plant from the Miniature Garden Center, a wooden stool with heart detail and some practical, terracotta plant pots. Mum treated me to a sunflower kit, (apparently the trick is to use real tea leaves for the center to get a realistic effect) and some long sought after fimo cutters.
Better than a poke in the eye, but I had expected to leave with much more post-splurdge guilt. Satisfied I had seen enough, and to my sisters great relief, we left to find lunch, as if to counter act all the mini-ness we had the biggest, fattest burgers in the world.
My stunted spending abilities aside, it was a lovely day.
I'm sure that the bug will be back... hopefully in time for Miniatura in September!
