Well to tell the truth Buns and Bunting have no Edwardian frocks. I mean, what is a girl to do? So it was business as usual at the First Garden City Heritage Museum in Letchworth last weekend. The rain stayed away (just) and we were busy all day serving teas and gorgeous cakes to the masses in our regular 40s and 50s attire.
This time we were set up in the front garden of the museum, which made a nice change, and drew a few punters off the street. Inga won first prize for her Coffee and Walnut (the prize being that her cake was first-to-be-eaten), although my big lemon sponge seemed to be popular too (and ditto Marian's ENORMOUS Victoria Sponge!). And Ruth's Banana Bread was by all accounts delicious.
This was the first outing for some lovely new bunting, created by my Mother In Law, who is a bit of a whizz with a sewing machine. It has Buntings and Bunting appliqued onto the individual flags, and makes a brilliant statement. Thanks Marilla!
We set up the tea cups on vintage trolleys so people could choose their own cup and saucer. And then, cake and tea was "delivered" by one of the Buns and Bunting girls to their chosen place in the lovely romantic gardens. What could be more civilised?
Things are quiet now as we all go our separate ways for holidays. But in September we have a big private party for 200! That's a big one, so we will need our batteries fully rechardged!
Saturday, 6 August 2011
We happened upon this on our one sunny day during a dark and grey week in Cromer. We love Cromer though, and it's always lovely to be by the sea. This beach hut has apparently won competitions and it was an Aladdin's cave of vintage retro chic. I even spotted a Cath Kidston catalogue lying around under the Country Living spin off magazine "Coast" (which I used to buy regularly despite living just about as far from the sea as is humanly possible!).
I've always wanted a beach hut, but my husband says he "doesn't want the responsibility". So I may take over the garden shed instead, now that I'm inspired.
The flat we always rent has a lovely view onto the pier, although it was somewhat diffused by the salt sticking to the glass this time round. Normally by late July things have picked up (and the glass is clearer). It seems the good weather peaked in the Spring and we are set for another (yes, another...) mixed up Summer.
Meanwhile my long-suffering husband has nearly finished his book. He locked himself away even on holiday to work on the illustrations. I shall be glad when he has finished as he makes the best cakes and if there's one thing this dreary weather gives me an appetite for it's cake!