Through the buttonhole....

After many months of nagging and whining Mikey surrendered up his flight simulation corner, and I set up camp.....here's a peep into my very own craft haven.

It means I get to leave my sewing machine out, so it's ready at any moment I might be yearning to whizz up a homemade creation. Amen to that.

All my sewing and crochet books are easily found.

And I get to pretend I'm living in one of the perfectly set out houses, and Mollie Makes are doing an article on me. Is that weird?

Also......miniature sewing board! Hello! If that doesn't mean my life is complete I just don't know what does?

As I'm sure you've guessed, I'm quite proud of it. Where do you craft?

 

 

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The start of an obsession

When did you fully commit to being a sewer? Or knitter? Or crocheter?

 

During a holiday last week, whilst planning a picnic lunch, it was decided to use a quilt I had made which had been hanging out without a use in my car for months. Whilst the picnic was delicious, the use of the quilt made me think about how obsessed I have become with crafting, and how lucky I am to have the time to do something that I love.

 

The quilt was just a really quick project, where I used a jumble of roughly cut up clothes, which I sewed together over a few hours. It was before I had the confidence (and money) to go and buy material from a proper fabric shop (I mean - how are you supposed to know what and how to buy fabric anyway?) But it was made just after I finished my nursing course, and represents a change in my life, where suddenly I was allowed to spend my time sewing or crocheting or cross stitching, without the guilt of unwritten essays and revision nagging at the back of my mind. And all I can say is hallelujah to that! And it's nice to finally find a use for one of my scruffy home made projects.

 

 

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