A Fête worse than death

Ok, so there's this enormous marrow in a plastic bag in the hall. And it's making me have bad thoughts. Very very bad thoughts. Thoughts of vegetable carving. This used to be the only thing that made holidays in the country bearable. No, not actually doing it. Going to the village show and laughing at it.

The sheep are a little too good I think.

The penguins are not. They are perfect.


Yes, I am having thoughts about village fêtes. I think we should have one! Undeterred by my previous lack of success at trying to get the rest of the internet to do stuff (such as this, or this), or indeed by my own failures in the craft arena as recently recounted, I have decided to organise a virtual village fête to see us through the spiritual and cultural desert that is August.




Categories to include:


- vegetable carving, naturally (here and here are some more ideas. God I love the internets)



- pet (and owner?) fancy dress



- garden/lanscape in a shoe box or tray



- themed cake decoration (theme discretionary - think dark though)

What child asks for an armadillo birthday cake?





Can anyone think of any other essentials?

I am thinking, do your entry, photograph it, and put it on your blog. Those without blogs or indeed those with standards, can send them to me and I will put them on mine. I will update tonight with a special village fête email address.




And I promise that if anyone else enters any of these categories I will too. In fact, I will probably do them all anyway. It will be a sad, lonely one person village fête, and that will be just fine. Tonight I will be carving my marrow.

UPDATE: We have email! All village fête entries can go to belgianwaffling@gmail.com Go ooon...