There were two small windows of crafting opportunity over the weekend and what did I do? Come over all a dither of course. There wasn’t the time beforehand to plan the crafting and I kept picking up the sticks, knitting HALF a row and then wandering off to gaze at stash fabric. After wasting an entire opportunity on pfaffery, I gave up and went to bed in an irritated huff. By the morning it was apparent that therapy, on every level, was the order of the day.
Some relevant things to note:
1. I have lasted a long time without owning a pin cushion
2. I do own five sheets of the fun-est, fab-est thing around: inkjet printable fabric from Nikki at You Sew Girl
3. I have a long-running, simmering and ever-growing frustration with a certain store. It’s a place with an uncanny knack for bringing out a purple-turning, sarcastic, feisty and wholly unattractive rage.
Here’s where the craft therapy led:
Importantly, she doesn’t do real magic. I haven’t sourced any locks of hair or anything else disturbing. In fact there is absolutely nothing used in the crafting that you would ever hope to find at this store. The stuffing is 100% wool, as is the hand-dyed, gorgeous to touch felt, (both purchased from our school fete). The inkjet fabric prints beautifully and the Perle 8 is from Amitié. So keep calm everyone. There isn’t any REAL evil at work. Just a sort of quiet satisfaction whenever I feel the need for some therapeutic pin cushion action.