Today I have two* creative spaces. Thank heavens for big extendable sewing tables.
I'm quickly making up a box for socks and a sunnyboy to spruik to a shop. A friend mentioned that another friend is looking at selling arty crafty stuff soon. She is taking my stuff up next week to see if it suitable. I suspect it won't be, but it's fun dealing with the other side of selling. The yarn at the back is sitting there waiting for me to be inspired to ... make it up, or sell it.
Tomorrow morning I am being whisked away to spend a crafty long weekend with four friends at the beach. I've been looking forward to it for months! I even bought new pyjamas. Three days of crafting bliss brought plans on what to take with me. The twisted hexagon quilt was on top of the list - so I've been spending this week tacking the shapes to papers so that I've got a head start on Friday.
I don't work on this quilt for a year, and then I pull out the pretty fabrics and fall in love all over again.
* Actually, I have three creative spaces. But no one wants to see a yarn-strewn sofa surrounded by dirty tea cups and crochet patterns.