It’s always around midnight when I start playing with an idea. I don’t know why, maybe because I’ve had all day to absorb things, to mentally play with things, or possibly because I need a break from stuff I have to do. I’m a professional procrastinator, and that includes going to bed because going to bed just declares all possibilities for a day to be over. And that’s just too sad. Or maybe it’s because I have to limit what I can play with at that time of the day for fear of keeping the house awake. Either way, it seems to be my most creatively fertile time of the day. The only problem with that is I’m limited to use what I have at hand, and in my most recent play it’s been recycled/saved/reuse/functional stuff. And I’ve enjoyed the rambling thoughts I’ve had about war rationing and depression era frugality – all those balls of string diligently saved, because you can’t throw stuff like that away! Also because I’ve just about finished reading a fabulous book set in the English Channel post WWII … more about that later!
So I’ve been playing with my crochet hook, of course, and unexpected materials. No rocket science, definitely an old idea, but with my Crayon Chick ethos of Old Crafts & New Ideas. And a bit of rope burn! Ouch, now that’s a new crochet experience I wasn’t expecting!
I’m going to be taking my new crochet with me to Daylesford Makers Market this weekend, I’d love to see what you think!
Daylesford Town Hall
10am – 5pm
Saturday 3 July
Footnote 02 July: I’ve had to unfortunately cancel my stall at this gorgeous market. I’m still a miserable little Snuffleupagus who needs to keep her germs to herself. But the market is still on and will be fabulous!