Hooray for Clarabelle! She turned 31 at approximately half four on Tuesday afternoon and we all went round for dinner and drinks that night. It was a lovely evening, the weather stayed dry if very balmy and a thunderstorm felt likely. We would have stayed outside longer were it not for the flying biters. The midgets were out in force; check this... 
Not freckles, no no, but BITES. They're gone this morning though.
What a day we had today! I'm knackered. We went round to the studio about half ten to get set up and ready for the festival goers to come a-wandering. Jason, the fantastic man that he is, drew up a beautiful Sylvia and Nicola sign to beckon people up to our end of the Hidden Lane. It worked a treat. We had visitors all day! By the end of it, my face was sore from smiling and I had completely ran out of chat. It was such a long day, we opened our doors about twelve and decided to shut up shop about half six. 
Hey, hey, hey peeps! So, tomorrow is the Hidden Lane Festival http://thehiddenlane.co.uk/node/92 and is part of the West End Festival. It's me and Sylvia's first one and we're going to open the studio doors, let the smell of fresh baked cookies waft out to the street and sew all day. We're treating it like an open day so that people can come in and see how we operate. I'm going to finish the green dress (organising for tomorrow has stopped me fron finishing it until now), do some pattern drafting and cutting and be ready to hand out flyers and cookies!
Jason makes a mean fish curry. We use cobbler from ASDA, apparently it's a Vietnamese fish. It's very tasty and holds it's texture in the curry very well. It's yummo. It deserved a blog of its own :-) 
I should be working on 2 other dresses; one for my cousin David's wedding next month and one for my pal Tracy's wedding in August, but naw, in true procrastinating fashion, I'm finishing off this wee number. I found it in a bag up at the studio today and totally forgot that I had started it and not finished it yet.
Glasgow city centre on a sunny Saturday afternoon is a pretty weird place. Epecially with a mild hangover. I saw folk giving away Free Hugs, some sort of car-sized motorbike and this Canadian 'entertainer'. He warbled on for four minutes, seriously, and I still don't know if he got the chains off. He annoyed me so much that I left. And although there were kids in the audience, he used really inappropriate language. I am actually not averse to a bit of street theatre; I don't have the hatred or auto-annoyance that some folk have for it. This guy, though, was a challenge. I do not want my street theatre to blackmail me into paying them - it's his decision to stand in the street in a bunch of chains. Why should I feel obliged to pay this guy just because he turned up? His North American tactics may work in North America, but I don't think they would have made any difference in cash-strapped Glasgow, Scotland. Guarantee, 100% guarantee, that not one person gave him the fiver he was looking for.
Something else that was a bit weird was that Boyzone were in Starbucks on Buchanan Street with their families having some lattes and stuff. I didn't know they were Boyzone until I asked this girl who had gotten her picture taken with this guy who was behind me in the queue. She informed me that I was standing in front of Keith from Boyzone. So there you are. He had a famous look about him, if you know what I mean. He looked a bit like George Michael. He seemed a nice guy. While I stood in front of him, he politely posed with two girls no problem. And then I looked over at their table and I saw Ronan Keating and the other one, who Jason tells me is Steven Gateley.
I was a blonde for about 10 minutes while taking these photos and writing this blog and hand on my heart, I didn't have any more fun than when I was a brunette.
Danny has just been adorable today. His favourite seat in the house is the one next to mine, where I am typing this just now. That was also his favourite back in December. He likes to be near the action, whatever it is. You can see from the videos that he is very interested in pattern making. Also, the advantage of being in the seat next to mine is that he can pop over for a cuddle with ease. 
Turned out that he was just scared to get out his car. He was fine when the police arrived. When I say he was acting bizarrely it was because he hadn't appeared to have put on his hazards or put out a triangle.
It took over an hour to clear.
One of my favourite Frasier episodes is on Comedy Central today, "Our Father, Whose Art aint Heaven".
This is fast becoming a big cat diary, without the big cats, but yes, it's true, Danny's back. We are getting him in July for T in the Park too. It's so nice to have him back. We last looked after him in December. He is a fantastic cat, so friendly. He loves getting cuddles and lying beside you on the sofa.
