Wednesday, 5 October 2016

More money than sense...



Last week I spent a silly amount of money on embroidery threads and beads.  It was money I could ill-afford to spend, but as per usual, I got seduced by all the gorgeous colours, and the bargains. I suspect it's the same story for most of my crafting pals dotted around t'internet.

Needless to say, I've spent most of the week suffering from buyers remorse.

Until!  This afternoon when the order arrived.   I do have plans for all this stuff, so it's not the total frivolity it might seem. (Said every crafter that ever existed, all over the world.)



Yummy.

I've got hand and machine embroidery thread and a bagful of mixed seed beads.  The colours are delicious and a lot of the threads are rayon/viscose, so they're silky shiny.  



They're also surprisingly soft, compared to the few skeins of expensive branded rayon embroidery threads I have in my stash.   I'm so looking forward to using these, but until the weekend, I'm working on a dress for Patience, so I'll have to possess my lil' soul in.. well.. patience.  Heh.



All of this will be turned into cuffs, bracelets, jewellery, etc.   I've been thinking a lot about the crafts I used to enjoy so much before I got into the dolly stuff.   Don't get me wrong, I still love the dolls and have no intention of quitting,  but crafts and art are amazing therapy for anxiety and depression.

Not quite as good as cats, but a close second.

(And it amuses me that this thread is called 'Chiken'. Don't count your chikens before they're stitched. Or something funnier, that I can't think of right now.)


And now my love of my sewing machine is complete (I've called it Elwood.  Because it's a Brother.  Think about it. The name popped into my head and it's sort of stuck)  I have lots of lovely machine embroidery threads to play with.

So yes, I may be absolutely and utterly skint for the whole of October, but I feel like it's Christmas.

Now I need to find places to store it all, in my teeny tiny bursting-at-the-seams bedroom, which doubles as my craft room.

Easier said than done...

It's times like this I love being single. No other half to peer over my shoulder saying 'you spent how much on this crap?'  But, I argue, at least I didn't spent like 2k on three cars to do up, that now you can't sell and don't have garage space to keep them, and are having to practically give them away to your mates.

So there. I am woman. Hear me roar.

Or cluck.


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