Confessions of a Craftyholic

It’s official, if there was a law against crafting, hands up I would HAVE TO break the law!...in fact you would have to lock me up in a nut house and tie me up in the nice warm white jacket, handcuff or give me serious prescription drugs to knock me out! ‘cos I WOULD compulsively have to make something …anything to stop the twitching, otherwise I would be doodling, designing, reading and generally ‘putting stuff together/ or apart’ either physically or mentally.

I am officially away for the week with t’other ‘arf AKA his Nibbs (H N) and princess Dizzy dog (PD)…I have brought 2 x reading books and a crossword book, a ‘small selection’ of crafting items in a basket (to play with ‘cos I know there is something called the Foot Ball on TV… - two x four letter words to me … but I digress) along with the foot ball and a shed load of other sports on TV at this time of year H N will be glued to the closest one!...he will be transfixed like he has been transfixed by the snake in Disney’s ‘Jungle Book’…I’ll be honest a complete tribe of alluring Vestal virgins bobbing past dancing with all those floating veils, would not distract him…so even though me & PD are prepared to be sports widows we trail along hoping for some respite with fellow sufferers ehem, hoping them to be fellow crafters, sometimes taking something portable.

This is not all gloom and doom because the upside of this is that it triggers the ‘guilt card’ into action! Yeaaaah ….sooo this means that between matches I am able to spend as long as I like in book shops, craft shops and charity shops. In fact he is positively brimming with questions for the locals, as regards the nearest craft shop! Only problem is the local craft shop is already full of crafted stuff, and although I love ALL things crafty, and it is great seeing other people’s stuff…my hands are itching to get hold of some more items for my moderately small stash, as this is not getting my mojo going! So it is a trip to ‘hobby craft’ and to ‘the range’, including a series of visits to charity shops for some fab craft books and I now think I have sated my appetite (for the moment at least!)

Anyway tomorrow is ‘Fathers day’ and I cannot, not celebrate it for HN…- even I’m not that mean, contrary to popular belief!...and besides, there will be sport of some kind on TV later…n we are coming home Monday…I don’t have to navigate home!

Mrs Bee