Flaming June is proving to be a tad disappointing... we have lit a fire nearly every evening and Dr Fred mooches round the house dressed for winter decked out with fleece and woolly hat... We had one nice day to tease us. I used it wisely and spent the day in the garden doing much needed weeding and tidying - tedious but essential. The rest of the week has been about exploring a local tradition - 'proggy rugs'. I inherited two rather sorry specimens when my parents died.. many years ago, and I loved them first because they were allegedly made by my mum but also because they had a certain rustic charm.. they eventually just dropped to bits. My friend had been to a proggy rug workshop and we had an industrious afternoon sharing skills - her showing me proggy rug techniques and me giving her a quick hand piecing patchwork class... now I wonder if she is as taken with patchwork as I am with proggy rugs... I never throw any fabric away - even the tiniest scraps.....