The three of us are just back from WOMAD – our third time at the world music festival in Charlton Park, but our first with a small person in tow. Apart from getting a bit soggy on Saturday night (all part of the fun, I’m told) we had a whale of a time – Little Boy seemed to enjoy his first taste of camping, and we can’t wait to take him back to the festival when he’s bigger.
I spotted loads of pretty things over the course of the weekend – my favourite being the multi-coloured swathes of fabric that made up the roof of the Tiny Tea Tent. I’d love to do this for a garden party, complete with twinkling lanterns and huge squashy cushions to chill out on. And chai. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to discover chai. I’m hooked.
These woven baskets would do wonders for the huge mound of dirty laundry we came home with, and I wouldn’t mind one of these pretty pouffes (ottomans, footstools, whatever you want to call them) in my front room.
OK, so it’s a bit haphazard, but there’s something I quite like about this bonkers bunting and it’d be really easy to make.
And yes, I surreptitiously snapped the back of this girl’s top like some kind of festival stalker, but it was worth it – I reckon I could tart up a fair few vest tops like this. Cute.