Ok so firstly, sorry its been so long, I promise I will try
harder from now on, but life gets in the way and it feels like both a luxury
and a chore to sit down and actually blog, but today was so inspiring I had to
share...
Today we took a train to Saltaire to visit the Makers Fair
and to explore the arts trail, usually
we’re busy selling our wares somewhere or other on a bank holiday weekend and
so it’s a real treat to be able to be on the other side of the table, so to
speak.
Anyway I digress...We
stepped off the train and agreed as we generally do that we would grab a cuppa
somewhere and plan our day, with four children in tow it’s a prerequisite they
are fed and watered at regular intervals and bribed as and when necessary. However straight out of
the station we stumbled upon Number 11 William Henry Street. Invited inside we were a little nervous to
say the least, it seems odd to go into someone’s private house and even
stranger when it is strewn with tea of every kind, teabags on the floor and
wall, teapots and cups and saucers on every surface and a lady asking if you’d
prefer earl grey or “ordinary” tea.
We had one of each out of big china cups
and watched the performers a little in awe and a little apprehensive as to how
involved we should actually be, (Isabelle & Eliza offered to help out &
wash up our cups). We left as a lady in nothing but a bath towel tidied around
us...bizarre but brilliant.
We continued visiting the different houses along the trail holding a
variety of artists, our previous
inhibitions gone, not only marvelling at the work on display but the houses
themselves, the fire places, the architecture, everything, it was ace! (I am
now officially saving up for a Kate Lycett print)
After twelve houses the kids were starving so we stopped for
lunch before heading to the Makers Fair at Victoria Hall. I actually felt
pretty nervous about this, as I tweet and chat on facebook to a lot of the
stallholders exhibiting there through Craft Soup & Yorkshire Made but had
never actually met them in person, I needn’t
have they’re all as lovely in real life as they are in cyberspace! I spent
almost three hours wandering around wishing I had money to spend, Sally bought
a hat, Isabelle & Kathryn bought rag rug kits from The Yorkshire Craft Company and I treated myself to a
Dear Emma Blue tit brooch because I would have kicked myself if I’d have gone
home without it.
The quality of the exhibitors was outstanding, it’s so
inspiring to see such a high standard maintained throughout the entire fair,
and the whole atmosphere is upbeat and friendly, we came away so impressed with
what we’d seen and more than a little envious that we ourselves weren’t there with
our own stall. (Needless to say we will be applying next year!) To be perfectly honest I could have gone round again, I know
I missed a lot as it was so busy, but it was lovely to put faces to artists and crafters whose works I've admired on the internet, unfortunatley the gang were growing restless and we were running short on time. Apparently Sally and I took so long gossiping that Jill took it upon herself to make a bivouac with the girls in case we missed the last train home!
At this point we were asked to answer a few questions about Saltaire Arts Trail by a lovely girl and a man with a camera for the website, needless to say I think we will be on the cutting room floor as we went from waxing lyrical to speechless in a heartbeat once we realised they were filming...Obviously we had to run away! Quickly deciding you can’t go to Saltaire
without having a bit of Hockney & making our escape down to the Salts to wander
through the galleries before heading for icecream & donuts off the barge
& a lovely pint at the pub by the
river, a perfect finish to a perfect day.
