Part of our extension has been to build another room at the side of our house. The name of this room has gradually morphed from being the 'utility room' on the plans to the 'activity room' at the start of the build, the 'craft room' as the building took shape to now being known as 'My room'. The last few days I have finally had a chance to begin to sort through my accumulated crafting goodies and begin to settle in.
There are some of us in this world who enjoy the time spent arranging and organising our crafty world as much as crafting itself. I am definitely one of those. Immersion in all the bits and pieces that can fit together to make something new is wonderful in itself. Feeling the soft, slippery and grainy fabric textures, arranging the cotton spools and embroidery threads in their kaleidoscope of colours in boxes, letting buttons pour through my fingers, flicking through piles of patterned cards and papers, opening an assorted box of beautiful ribbons and beads. Oh the joy! Ideas for new creations and craftiness flitted through my mind at times, but for the most part I was just content this afternoon pottering and enjoying the moment. Even Little Imp seemed to understand this contentment and pleasure when she woke from her afternoon nap and joined me. She spent well over an hour happily engrossed in a bag of coloured pom poms.