Poor City of Wells, having to suffer me punning tragically on its famous name. Oh well. (Oh that's another one, isn't it... perhaps it's impossible not to?) Ben and I took a little trip there yesterday for two reasons: 1. It is on the way to a charity shopping mecca and 2. because it was once on the Antiques Roadshow and any friend of the Antiques Roadshow is a friend of mine.
I wore the first, and currently only, dress I have ever made (I posted about it here). If you can ignore the fact that it is a little bit rough around the edges, it's really ok. I get tired of clothes pretty fast though, and all the time that I have spent in the company of this one in the making of it has accelerated that process, so I'm a bit sick of it now!
We didn't spend all that much time in Wells, nice as it was, as charity shopping (I can't bring myself to call it thrifting, sorry North America) was the main reason we were down that way. We headed to a little town called Street which seems to have been forever sustained by the presence of the Clarks shoe factory and headquarters. There is also a factory outlet complex, run by Clarks, which exclusively houses British brands, and is complete with little plaques telling the history of each one. It felt like a British shopping theme park – the merry-go-round didn't help.