When One is Not Enough ...

After the initial binge, which lasted three days, my desire to read was sated and I found myself wanting something more satisfying.





I had broken a toe. One small toe. The amount of pain and disruption it caused was out of all proportion. Ridiculous, but true. I had to keep the foot elevated, ice packs, etc. a complete nuisance.





Now, boredom is not something I normally suffer from as life around here is hectic (a lot of it spent outdoors) but reading, much as I love it, was just not enough to keep me occupied.





So I took up some long abandoned craft work and found myself really enjoying it. I fear I am revealing too much of my personality-type here, but once I had completed one project I had to continue, I was unstoppable.





After three and a half weeks - I was finally able to get a very capacious sandal on my still sore foot, which was wonderful. I began to play rather less with the craft work, just finishing off bits and pieces.





When I took stock of what I had made during my enforced incarceration I found that I had made:





30 vintage lace lavender sachets

1 gingham dolly bag

2 organza dolly bags

6 fabric origami bags

4 hamsters dressed in 60's/70's style clothing

15 heart shaped pomanders

9 mouse-shaped pincushions

2 pin wheels

24 organza flower brooches

10 dog-shaped fabric brooches

56 fabric birds...













Luckily I was able to take a last minute stall at a small craft fair, which was held in a tiny local church this weekend - so, much of this lot has now been re-homed - much to George's relief.