Not the most glam photo of hubby that I have, but today we took a break and whizzed off on the bike to a Christmas market — or at least — there was supposed to be one! Don’t believe everything you read on internet! I was foolish enough to look at a site which purports to have all the dates of all the Christmas markets around Europe — but they got this one wrong! Anyway, Castelfranco Veneto is a nice little walled town, so all was not lost.
It was a beautiful, though freezing day (hence the woolly hats as soon as we whipped off the helmets) — and we found a little bar which did us a huge portion of pasta alla carbonara (egg and bacon pasta basically), and an excellent coffee, so we were well satisfied. On our ride homewards we even found a little market which was selling all sorts of wonderful handmade bits and bobs, so apart from getting some lovely ideas, I also purchased a few things to put under the tree, feeling well pleased with myself as part of the profits will go to good causes.
I was very tempted by the log cabin selling hot chocolate, but it would have probably argued with the pasta I had eaten! My bike gear is so close fitting, particularly in the winter months when I have extra layers on, so it’s wise to not overdo the food — shame though!
Here is a quick peek at what I have been up to over the last few days.
Just realised that Christmas is around the corner, and that we have a craft market at the weekend – although the weather forecast is not in the least bit encouraging so I have my fingers and toes crossed that it will hold up until Monday! At the last market all our earrings seemed to go really well, so I should have been making some of those – but have just not found inspiration right now! Fell off the motorbike and I have a streaming cold and my brain (and body) are too addled to think creatively.
So felt hearts it is.
When you buy something from an artist, you are buying more than an object. You are buying hundreds of hours of failures and experiments. You are buying days, weeks and months of frustration and moments of pure joy. You are not only buying a thing, but a piece of heart, a part of the soul, a moment in the life of someone.