Deloraine

We've been up North for the last week or so visiting family in Devonport and Burnie, good times. While we were up that end of the state we visited the Deloraine craft fair, the first time I've been (since I was about 4, apparently). It was ok, not fabulous, but worth a look. We didn't buy much, a few cookie cutters and a tea towel, I'll show you later. I would have liked to have lunch there, but getting on and off the buses pregnant with a small weary child in tow was exhausting, there were about 14 venues of which we managed 4.

It truly amazes me the fever that seems to overcome craft fair goers. I got bowled over on more then one occasion and The Boy repeatedly whacked in the head by stray handbags. I wanted to say "excuse me, please stop shoving, you will get your chance to have a look, please be a bit more considerate because your bag is at my sons eye height, I was waiting patiently in line for the loo, can't you see I'm pregnant and I'm literally about to wet myself." I've seen this behaviour before at craft fairs, quite unpleasant and I'm not entirely sure what it is about buying craft that has people frothing at the mouth. On a positive note it was fabulous weather and walking through beautiful Deloraine was lovely, it is such a pretty little town, I would recommend it (just don't forget to take your protective headgear!).