I was thinking today about how very small my house is and how very big my art/craft stash is. It has always been more or less confined to my studio (aka the second bedroom), but since I started knitting again it's now creeping into the living room. Well more like a brisk canter actually.This is the mystery object I started the other day, not really a mystery but actually a wrap, on my 'coffee' table which I can barely squeeze a cup of tea onto. You can also see the back of Lucille's head and the bits of a small sweater I am knitting for her. Out of sight on the floor are several bags with odd balls of wool and needles in them. I will never have a tidy, model home, but I'm not sure it matters that much.
Tidy homes are for dull people who do nothing but watch TV. That's how I rationalise my own chaos, anyway.
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