Pushed To The Limit

Sometimes you've just got to know when to stop.

It's not always easy to know, not always easy to stop....but when those warning signs rear their ugly little heads (or whatever it is warning signs do) something has to give.

It was at the point that Mrs G tried to get out of the car while we were still moving that I realised that summat was up!

We have been revamping our little vintage shop and the stress and strain of trying to reach a suddenly unattainable deadline had started to get to us.

After a morning of sourcing canvas to tent a ceiling, project managing a herd of cats involved in stair fitting, floor painting and general refurb mayhem Mrs G and I were at breaking point.

The deadline is ours and ours alone. No one is waiting for that one specific day - so, this morning, at 5.25, we called a halt. Friday is out! 12 12 12 is in.

What a perfect and unique date to launch a new endeavour.

Calm...

Chilled...

ps: if you want to see how we got on, have a look at www.stroudvintage.com in a couple of days - there should be some very glamorous images to whet the appetite.