Monday, 3 September 2007
I have to admit it, I am not a faithful crafter. I fall in love far too easily with the latest project to catch my eye, dedicate all my free time and effort to it for a few weeks, spend (far too much) money on supplies I will never get round to using, and then am distracted by a new, shinier hobby. I have boxes of, well, stuff languishing on shelves - I could never post a picture of my beautifully appointed, inspirational, dedicated craft space as so many others have done, because it's just scattered all over the place and would inspire no-one. Scrapbooking, that was a good one. I can see it's a good idea to preserve the photos with witty little comments but I get stuck in the glue and can't ever decide on just the right combination of paper and embellishments and ... oh it's much easier to just blog it.
Anyway, my latest obsession is sock knitting. My sister bought me a sock knitting kit for my birthday and I've been holding off until I had finished some other projects, knowing it would suck me in. And once I did start - on holiday, looking out at mountains and feeling not at all silly knitting wolly socks in August because, frankly, it felt like October - I didn't stop until I'd finished mine, and made another tiny pair for Millie, and started on some for Elsie. Oh, and then I ran out of wool, so I had to go and find some more and ... you can see where this is going, can't you?