Like everything else when the grumpiness sets in, crafting takes a back seat while I hold onto my sanity so it’s nice to see my latest piece completed. It’s been sitting on the coffee table for the last few months and although I attempted a knot here and there, I couldn’t build up the enthusiasm or creativity to play with the string.
Over the last week or so the creativity has come back, and yesterday I finally found the confidence to glue down the ends and attach the mirror.
Until recently I hadn’t thought of myself as a crafter, I just like making things. I was talking to Eldest Daughter the other day and she said I’m a “Gardener“, I argued that I’m not very good at it, but she pointed out that if I was going running, no matter how good or bad I was, I would be classed as a runner, and so because I am actively looking after my flowerbeds, even though they are just a tiny section of Ma Nature’s world, that makes me a Gardener.
I’m not one for fitting into a particular description or category, but I knit, I knot, I sew, and I’m a a general maker of many things. The category of Crafter is so broad that I could easily slot in there somewhere and still have room to move around inside… So I guess I’m a crafter.
One thing I most definitely am not is an organiser, I very often give off the appearance of being organised, simply because I’m so scatty that I have to concentrate on doing the right things at the right time. I’m a creature of habit, I do the same things over and over again, the same things in the same order. One task has to be completed before the next is reached. In this way if my magpie mind flits off to a shiny thought elsewhere, I can return to the job in hand and follow it through in order to see where I left off, and what comes next.
Even something as simple as breakfast time has to follow a routine… Get up, take tablets out of my bag and take my first tablets with a glass of water, then the other tablets get put on the counter next to the kettle. I have to wait half hour between my first tablets and my second or my coffee, which of course gives time for my mind to wander off elsewhere, but those tablets have to stay on the counter until I take my second tablet, and have my caffeine coffee, then they’re allowed to go back into my handbag until the next morning. If I’m away somewhere, let’s say staying at a hotel where I have to leave the room tidy and the pills go back into my handbag while I go downstairs for breakfast, then that’s it… The routine is broken and the second pill very often just sits forgotten in my handbag to confuse me later in the week when I’ve got too many left, and then it dawns on me why I haven’t been feeling so well.
Last Christmas I was asked to help organise the “Christmas Craft Fayre” by a crafting friend. Part of me was horrified at the thought, but part of me was so disappointed at the cancellation of the Fayre I’d booked a table at that I shocked even myself and said yes.
My Nana always told me that I could do anything I wanted to… I just had to want it enough.
My Craft Friend was to be the organising half of the team, playing to her strengths, and I was to bring my strengths… My imagination and talking to people skills. Somehow we achieved an amazingly successful Christmas Fayre. I set us up a Facebook group to help keep the crafters in touch and smiling, I made posters and shouted about the Fayre to anyone and everyone who would listen, and my Craft Friend pulled everything together for the Grand Christmas Fayre.
My Nana was right, I really wanted the Craft Fayre, and we pulled it off. However, my poor little grey cells were so over stretched that the rest of my world wasn’t coping so well so I had to take a few steps back and re-group. .
I wouldn’t have missed the joint organising of the Christmas Fayre for the world, it was a great experience and I made loads of new friends but my poor marbles… That’s another story…
I decided no more organising, I would revert back to just being a crafter at a craft fayre, the Facebook group had extended to a second site for selling, and I couldn’t keep up with all the rules and regulations to keep everything legal so I took a step back there too… Just to the basic page of “show and tell”… Keep it simple, keep it smiling.
The crafting still goes on… I’ve found a little shop where they will sell my knotting, minus a little commission per sale. I took on a few repeat orders, but found I didn’t enjoy making the same thing over and over again so now I don’t take orders, I just let my fingers play with the string and see what they come up with.
I can make what I feel like, sell a couple of bits at the shop to cover my costs, and then at the end of the year spend a day at a Christmas Craft Fayre.
Once again, crafting has become comfortable.
More from before: A little peek further into the world that I’ve “Created“.