I’ve not been myself for the past couple of weeks, sore feet will do that to you I guess? Bloody things are driving me mad!
As a result the time I spend making, has taken a bit of a nose dive and I feel like I haven’t achieved that much.
Despite it being barely above freezing here this morning, the sun is up in the sky, the birds are singing away and all is good in the world. Well that’s providing you don’t turn on the telly, computer or radio, refuse to open a newspaper and never venture outside. We can still dream though and there’s nothing like dreaming about shiny pretty things, or in my case mostly woolly or woolly related things.
In the past when I had the shop, I ate, slept and drank all things fibre and crafty related, which was part of the reason for thinking an Irish Magazine on that very topic was needed. Now Olann and is a reality, I find my addiction to craft, fibre and handmade has grown even more. I’ve become so immersed in my love of these three things, that barely a day goes by, that I don’t find myself lusting after some new fibre, publication or handmade item.