Hats & slippers

          It’s time for Hubby’s comp in Norwich again, and so of course, it’s time for me to go shopping. Norwich shopping is very varied, but two of my favourite shops are on the market.

          The first is the slipper shop, real sheepskin and leather slippers. I used to live in pair of these at home, my feet get cold and so the rheumatism travels upwards so I always have my slippers to keep my feet warm. I can’t wear these fluffy sheepskin ones anymore though, I need more support around my feet to wear insoles, it appears that in the same way my feet are connected to my legs, my knee bones are connected to my hip bones and so far and so forth.

          However, I still stand by them as the best slippers ever. I buy them for Hubby, and one particular Son-in-law, who doesn’t read this blog so will still have no idea he’s due a new pair for Christmas.

          When we arrived in Norwich on Friday, the slipper shop was gone. The pitch was locked up but they hadn’t been replaced, so I kept my fingers crossed and went back Saturday. Much to my relief, the slipper lady was there. In the same spot that she has occupied for as many years as we’ve been coming to the Norwich comp.

          Hubby gave me instructions to buy something for myself. I’m guessing the hat stall in the market wouldnt have been his first choice for me to get something, but that’s where I headed. My green rain hat is showing signs of wear and tear, I wear it a lot, it goes with two different coats and it’s wide brim not only keeps the rain off of my glasses, but keeps the sun out of my eyes too. I was very much in need af a new green rain hat.

          Of course, the hat stall of any market is good, but the Norwich Market hat stall is quite large and has a particularly good selection. As soon as I arrived, I spotted a hat in the same style as my green one, but in a red wine colour… A perfect match for the colour of a particular comfortable pair of boots I have.

          I wandered round and round the stall, admiring the hats on offer and found a stack of brown hats. Hmmn, brown would do, but given the choice of just brown… I would choose the wine coloured one.

          I picked up a couple of brown ones and took them to the front of the stall to check the colour… And found a green one in the middle … What a dilemma.

          I ummed and arrred, and arrred and ummed, and eventually explained my dilemma to the hat man in a hope he would make my decision for me… The red one for £12 or the green one for £12? Eventually I gave in… How much for both I asked?

         … And so I have two new hats ….

          The one I really “needed”, the green one to replace my worn out hat at home was the standard price of £12. So at two for £20, my extra red one, to match my boots at the bargain price of just £8.

          More from before : Winter weekends in “Norwich“.



          Do you remember when I went off to find the cathedral in Norwich to escape the first crazy “Black Friday Weekend” ?  I’ve still got the photos in the files waiting to see the light of day.


          The cathedral as a whole was amazing, but there was a little square in the centre, a sort of quiet green area to just wander in the peace and quiet. This was surrounded by a corridor of arches and of course I couldn’t resist peering this way and that through them to frame a couple of pictures.


          Its easy to imagine yourself stepping back in time through the tunnel of arches.


          And with the sun shining so brightly over the garden square there were bound to be shadows.


          Beautiful shadows at that.


          More from before : Winter weekends in “Norwich


          I was sitting here making inroads into another of the items on my list, Eldest Daughter’s throw, and now that I’ve jumped the “Confidence” hurdle again for a while the knitting is whizzing along without much concentration at all so my mind is wandering.

          I glanced out of the window at the damp grey morning, I can hear the cars moving into my window space before they arrive, the tires make a different noise on the wet road than on a dry one.  It’s not a school day so only the odd person stomps past at this time of day, some battling against the winds with far too delicate umbrellas, others have given up on umbrellas completely and are hooded with shoulders slouched and faces to the ground.

          My eyes wander up to the tree outside and my mind wander’s back to the spring almost seventeen years ago when I first saw the tree from what was to be the master bedroom window.  March the eighth, and it was in full bloom, I do believe that it wouldn’t (and probably didn’t) matter what state the inside of the house was in, the thought of waking up on a spring morning to a tree in full bloom sold the house to me there and then.

          Today however, more of the little burgundy leaves fly away from the branches with every gust of wind and soon the tree will be bare for the rest of the winter.

          The mind wanders again, this time to Norwich and to another tree.  We’re not going to the usual Norwich sports competition this year, the dates didn’t fit with our availability, but I remember last year’s visit, and a few smiles which are still sitting in the files waiting to be shared…

2014-11. Tree building.

          This tree in Norwich has also lost a large number of it’s leaves ready to conserve it’s energy over winter.  If you know the area, that’s the outdoor market on the right of my picture, we’re looking down-hill at it, but it wasn’t the market which caught my attention and made me smile in November last year, it was the tree, look closely and you will see some very unseasonable fruit hanging on it’s branches.

2014-11. Unseasonable fruit.

          Look closer still and you’ll see that it’s not fruit at all, someone has “yarn bombed” the tree with pom-poms, what a wonderful idea.

2014-11. Pom-poms.

          Another item sitting on “The List” for this year is to yarn-bomb the bus stop outside my house, but wouldn’t this be so much more fun.

           More from before : Winter weekends in “Norwich