It seems that lately I have struggled to find a real passion for crafting. In fact I think I may have lost my crafting mojo. Crochet held absolutely no appeal, and except for Pip's book keeping the pilot light burning, I could have just given up sewing altogether. I just didn't have the passion anymore.
Which is such a horrific thought that I may look back on these words in months to come and give myself a firm talking to.
On Saturday we had our third Brown Owls meeting, and this time we made felt brooches. One of the other prefects made up the kits (and a very clever job she did of them, too) and I had the good fortune to spend the afternoon with cups of tea, some very yummy treats, and some felt, needle and thread. I made the brooch in the (bad) photo above. Making the brooch was just the icing on the cake, though. I was sitting and chatting with people who were so much more creative and clever than me, and they are the ones who helped me get my groove back. People who make teeny toadstool brooches like this one.
And this elephant (not photographed is the matching skirt and shirt that the little girl who owns him was wearing).
And so much more that I didn't get a chance to photograph. And so I rode home humming with excitement at being so inspired. And then I realised. It was back.
Since then ...
It feels so good.